online literature since 2007

Sunday, February 7, 2010

bitch poem


looking at you
is like not
cleaning the dirt
from under my nails.
its something i want
to do
but resist doing
because
lately
on most days
i think dirty is better.

but in the end,
i scrape the dirt.
i scrape it all away
until the half-moons
on my smooth nails
glow like the sweat on
your upper lip
when i caught you
in the dark
like a jackal
teeth bared
in the whitenesss
of a lie you won't escape.

don't
you
worry,
darling...
only
your soul
will
suffer
from
the weight
of your
fading shadow.