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Sass
by Aaron BlairI want you to fuck me
while I split blood in the sink,
until the porcelain cracks
my hip bones, makes
a broken mockery of me.
Instead, you just complain
that I taste like salt, when
girls are supposed to be
something sweet, so I bite
my bottom lip again, swallow
until I get sick, stick my red
tongue out at my reflection.
That mirror girl, she's got sass,
which is more than anyone
could ever say for me. 06/05/2004 Author's Note: Something or other.
Posted on 06/05/2004
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 06/07/04 at 01:02 AM whoa. intense. |
| Posted by Christina Gleason on 06/08/04 at 02:20 PM That mirror girl --- the end rocks my world. Totally hot. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/22/04 at 09:08 PM How did I miss this? Sheesh. Stark and vivid, as your work always is. Well done. But I like its new partner (post it, post it!) just as well, if not better. |
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