Sick Love Sick
He held on to your frail love
with a velvet iron fist
Scarlet finger imprints ... bruised bracelet
on your wrist
showed you the depression bends
of his obsessive love
How deep, how sick ...
How twisted below
his vile bile desires flowed
in your stomach pit
It made you vomit sick,
ill vomit sick
But he loved your spewed impotent rejections;
he lapped up all of it,
every last bit of it
He had a compulsive fixation
to taste the sweat of your fear,
mingled with his fear of you leaving him
A freedom he would never let you get
Over his dead body was his favorite threat phrase,
as he petted your pretty throat with a tight grip
from his iron fist
Spiked dog collar was his short leash
of jealousy attached to
your every movements
Your French poodle eyes
made him so love sick
Your Lassie voice
made his heart beat so feverish
And drooling over your queen Afghan body,
he didn’t ever wanna get well none to quick
He had a love for you that was sick love sick
Intense was his rage,
whenever he saw you from afar
talking to anyone you said was a friend
Death bangs of his iron fists on your backdoor one night,
gave you the courage
to pull the trigger hard ... again and again,
until you fainted —
Seeing the iron handcuff blood
of his twisted chain love was so sickening
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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