Mug Me

It’s like living in black and white, 
suddenly there is color; 
It’s like tears in your eyes, 
then suddenly you’re on fire;
Give me a water gun and mug me;
Hand me that piece of plastic, 
whip me across the face;
Shoot water in my mouth; 
Acid, acrid and burning; 
Biting my esophagus;  
Mug me;
Beat me from the inside out;
This light has eclipsed the dark; 
Floating like cotton candy 
landing on your lips;
I was approaching the stratosphere
then you bit my thoughts; 
You mugged me;
 I landed like a balloon
soft and smiling.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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