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April 2, 2013
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Let's talk about it.
You were always that itch
I could never reach,
The dire question that
I could never recall.
You stowed yourself away
In a vague & cramped corner
Of my head, expanding and
Expanding so selfishly
Until you made my skull ache.
A lobe-sucking parasite
Chomping on my brains
And pumping your bloated gut
With personality, to make you
Seem human.

With thumb and forefinger,
I plucked and drew you
From my ear.
Your mouth was blue
And swollen like a
Gluttonous infant torn
From the teat.
I flung you on the asphalt
By the gutter and watched
As you writhed & fried.

Forever will I relish the sound of your crunch
Under my shoe.





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Mckay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 8, 2013 at 3:55 pm
Holy hell this poem is intense! I was squirming as I read this. Imagery, metaphors—exquisite. 
 
ChrisJ This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 5, 2013 at 4:38 pm
I love the emotion and passion behind this!
 
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