Monday, September 25, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 326 - social

social

feel the bite            now   slide the mocking tongue
swallow              hold this in your heart             one two

electric insult                        some one unknown
aimed                 so aimless   strikes 

you where             the heart             the glands that make your spit
gush out             the tingling tip of tongue

what part of go            do
something else

entirely
fall flat

1 comment:

  1. Excellent poem, dear Kerri. Chilling but on the edges of Hell.

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