Alien gush
Solar Opposites Terry and Korvo
its fucking torture how you
place such romantic bullshit on my head like a lantern, I'm not a moth
I'm a plant you selfish prick, you prick at me with your fascinating trails of inane speech that pick at my brain like
A gush —-I am like mush at your
Your tendrils of tender—-ugh!
Don't kiss anyone else you're mine
You water me like you know what my seed looked like planted, so naughty you like being called slutty
As I mentioned, you spit bullshit as I smush your annoying lips, dips, dips you into a corner
Of course you got me trapped as
Your hedonism drips
Onto my hips
isn't it fucking torture
How you gush without touch
I call this a lot of things
You call it what it is
An alien gush
a big fat old stupid ass crush
It's more unbearable than you and your lofty dreams
Of perfect human domesticity
But
Butt
(Hah, you added a T)
I know we are meant to be
This fucking torture feels like destiny
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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Comments (4)
Sounds like a love/hate relationship the narrator is in, not just with a partner, but with themselves. They seem pissed off about it, and I'm here for that.
Does it? It's always possible to say "no" to whatever/whomever you simply don't want.
Oooo, that cover pic! Hahahahahhaha. I also loved the "but" and "butt"! Fantastic poem!
lol...had to check who Terry and Korvo were, though was sure it was Solar Opposites...not as familiar with it as R and M, but this is as usual somewhere between bleeding heart emotion, art and literary genius. Well done, Melissa.