That Song You Love
The beat drops.
I slowly melt.
Be melting now
below my belt.
Dripping slowly
to my lungs.
Choking softly.
Spitting puns.
Puns be clever.
Witty.
Slick.
Drop it slowly.
Melt me sick.
Sickening drips
leak to
my heart.
Choking softly.
Melt apart.
I breathe no more,
then breathe it in.
I compartmentalize
my
dripping
bin.
Copyright © M. Esposito-Linden | Year Posted 2019
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