This Poem Really S---S
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alone, leaving the hospital in the early light
he could feel his blood pulsing
as he dove deep into his conscious thought.
it was like him to wallow in self pity. she was his paid companion.
she would smother him as if he owned her and he did.
this sunup he would have her strip him of his last rag of dignity.
soaking wet in his own shame she neatly placed him in her mouth.
he would gaze into the abyss of his own ineptness
his shaking hands hanging on unsuccessfully.
still he forcefully tears
the clothes off of her non existence
alone and chaotic he ran her through a series of perverse acts
and cleansed his flesh and bone of all evidence of human sanity.
he could feel his intricate
and complex network of exposed capillaries and veins melt.
his naked carcass enrobed in the stench of his own pathetic existence.
all along he fed on the salt that flowed down his
cheeks and found their way to his tongue.
his head lowered. his shoulders bent.
his pelvis indented. his legs unsteadied.
what was once meant to be a man now plodded
to the cadence to the progression of a soundless beat.
reaching his car he turns his keys.
he hears the hum of his engine
as he heads for the safety of his home.
what?
he wonders as he hears a voice.
as he hears his name
once. twice and again and again
he tries to ignore it but his eyes slowly open
a nurse. a bed. he is trapped. he is still in hospital.
what a cruel joke. he was sure.
he was sure he had heard the hum of his engine.
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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