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unfolding
by Ava Blu
the scabs on my scalp have ignited a fuel to bring you to light
bring out the true self you’re intent on hiding
you can scratch your head,
your balls
and your skin trying to figure out a new spin
but the books on the shelves are overdue
and I know you don’t have a car to go
a way to get to the park
to flash your lights
once twice
suck fuck
you don’t care who
get on the bench,
take it from behind
take it til you can’t imagine my face
take it until you’re scratching at the leaves
no one’s going to pick you up when the gas is gone
and no one’s going to play along when the song sounds the same
I won’t see you in the morning
when you’re mourning over your last mistake
my eye has begun to twitch
but I won’t scratch your itch.
11/11/2009 Posted on 11/11/2009
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/11/09 at 07:32 PM I love angry poems like this from you because it has such a cutting, dismissive tone to your brutal, damming language. As far as this poem is concerned the person in question is already a thousand miles underground. You do that so well. Your anger is a pretty terrifying thing to behold, and that's even more so when it's clear throughout the piece that you never once raised your voice. Those second and third stanzas are just unbelievable. |
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