Not-a-Blowjob Poem
also known as an ugly poem
I have gagged on your insecurities,
Suffocated in the air of your presence,
Swallowed with grace the contact of your striking movements,
Like chalk dust coating my throat until I dare not speak,
Your spit the only well you offer me to drink.
I hold my breath.
Dare not speak as yolk leaks out from my exposed pores,
From the egg shells I tread always too heavy on.
I am weighed down,
By ash left over from your last set of tremors,
Tremors that shower in still-burning cinders.
I hold your earthquake in the pit of my stomach,
Bloat myself on butterflies turned moths turned dust covered skeletons,
Burp out smoke signalling a spark you keep trying to extinguish.
So just,
Suppress me, compress me,
Suck the life out of me,
So I may flitter high above it all,
Above the corpse you promised you loved.
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Oneg In The Arctic
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Comments (21)
I love the grit and the aggression. Great piece.
Hell yeah!! Love the rawness and guttural truth with this one. Harnessed the vulnerability in your truth and smacked up with power. Love it.
Wow the power and an anger in this one-brilliantly expressed with so many brutally brilliant images!
Such raw emotion. Very well written. Love it.
When raw is reality and the only way to get at something... That was therapy.
I feel your pain and anger from your words. You covered your emotions so completely and powerfully.
No room for abuse, as a father of two, my fear is always there that they may find themselves in a abusive relationship. Well done
Authentic and heartbreaking!!! Powerfully written!!!💕❤️❤️
Excellent poem. I’m sorry you suffered such nasty treatment.
Abusive relationships suck! You did an excellent job, thank you for sharing!
Wow, so much honesty and pain here. And that last line was just a dagger! 😭❤️
Oof, this hit me so hard, especially the last line!
Wow, this is raw. Excellent writing.
Your pain I felt this so raw here. Amazing work as usual!
I loved this! Very well written piece ❤️
I am hoping that the pain will pass and that things do not end here. Excellent work!
It's a good thing you had the title up there so we knew what this poem wasn't about. (Though in abusive relationships it wouldn't be surprising to find that it was part of it--something that feels to me like an impersonal alienating act of self-loathing as much as one of loathing the victim.) Powerful & evocative, especially with the victim's act of disengaging from themselves, whether as a means of escape & survival or simply a desire to be done & die. Painfully well done.
wow, the painful imagery in the poem was felt. I will be honest the title made me laugh at first.
Breathtaking and just stunning
Had to read this just because of the title
Stunning words I love the way you have woven this