Poem3

Hai Hai! I have more poems for y’all! Idk if should even call them that since they don’t follow a rhyme or rhythm but eh I’ll be giving TW for each individual poem :3

Filth and muck (TW:child and animal neglect, animal death, heavy warnings for anyone with fears of disease, infection, mold etc)

I sit at the park as your voice rings in my ears.

I try to cover them but you’re inside my head.

Screaming.

Yelling my name and a mixture of insults and curses that pierced me through the heart

Worse than that is the imagery my brain plays on repeat through blurred teary eyes

Like a tape rewinding itself over and over again

Blood, grime, mold, maggots, and animals past their expiration date that put in the ground with my tiny hands and a shovel

Filth and muck that can never be cleaned off

My hands forever sullied with the memories of what was supposed to be my second home

The memory of what was supposed to be a second mother

A second family too far away to confront but too close to forget

They all blend together like a movie of the forgotten parts of my childhood

Things best left sealed away all opening at once with the slightest bit of infection or blood

I feel the hours passing as the clock turns back to cold nights spent shivering, feeding animals out in the night.

Bugs chirping, the closest thing I had to a little brother, trying to make me cry, the smell of hay and rabbit shit

I can feel the dirt and grime on my fingers

I can smell the filth and muck in my nose

All the memories of a dead woman

Oh the irony,

To die as she will be remembered,

Infected, full of pain, filth, and muck

A lover to be praised (TW:mentions of religion, slight sexual content)

We fit together like puzzle pieces,

You’re hips press into mine and I give you soft kiss on you neck.

The warmth of your body against mine is greater than any heaven I was ever promised,

I hold your perfectly sculpted hips and let out a soft hum.

I whisper “I love you”s and “mine”s into your ear before realizing you most likely not awake to hear it

Each curve of you body deserves to be praised, each birth mark or mole deserves kissed, each one of your needs and whims fulfilled.

I am not a religious man my love, but I will praise you until my heart stops beating