Obscene, Obdurate, Obfuscate, Obduracy, Oh Oh Oh
My “Obscene” messages
Have been seen by all.
Eyes twitch at the blue and grey bubbles.
I am disgusted.
They are disgusted.
We are disgusted.
A pungent smell,
A sour taste.
My senses have been contaminated.
One through five.
All of the above.
Gone.
Just like that.
Just one glance at fun-filled,
Childish words,
And you’re sick.
I feel full of regret,
But regret nothing.
Copyright © Abbey Mader | Year Posted 2023
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