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Life On the Auctioning Block

by Britt Zimmerman

Purchase me with that
love-sex-masturbated whores money
that's been eroding in your sweaty palms
and the bruises only last a month or so
They will heal and I will no longer feel
until you come around again

You and your pre-meditated dilapidated wife breath
heating up the back of my neck
and melting away what little spine I have left
Its ok that you still love me
and my bones will heal when your footsteps fade

Its hard to think in this god forsaken place
time creeps like spider legs across my skin
and the biting-itching-stinging-burning
it lasts little more than an eternity
as your fingernails peel away my flesh


Posted on 07/28/2003
Copyright © 2024 Britt Zimmerman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/21/03 at 04:11 PM

Ouch! Stunningly provocative read Britt. To an ex-boyfrend???

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