Taunt

taunt, primal, laughing

You beat me down

Into gravel

I’m down

Like a dirty dog

Like a little worm

Taunt,

I’m nothing

You gave me the primal

Raw

Animal

Red

Drawing my guts out of my mouth,

Words that taste like slime

Primal taunts

Fear that you can

Grip onto, like a purse handle

That you ripped off,

Did you see my lines of worry crease

Like an extended sort of sentence in a book

A run on sentence that went on too long

And made you so angry that you

Slithered, smelling

My heart’s worries

Like some nighttime old fairytale monster

Did it smell like your breakfast?

Like sizzling bacon, fat pieces huge and bleeding no blood?

Like a raw chicken plopped on the side of the road, hot concrete

Blistered and crumbling with maggots.

You slapped off my creased worry

And now you take a stroll down my long painted house of frothy chicken bones,

Cutting off my sentences.