you're reusing old metaphors
like they are black leather boots that go with everything
You’re reusing old metaphors—slick as a knife,
slit like a throat, chewed up shoe in the mouth of a rabid dog—like they are
black leather boots that go with everything
And really, slit like a throat worksWhen everything is open and weeping
Like your sister on New Year’s Eve
Thought she’d get the kiss, thought she’d get the ring
All she got was a sting
Like that time a bee landed on her ear
Her left lobe as big as a baby’s fist.
People trust you
So, you’re a witness to everything
And what you’re taking is so very little
Like popping an eye out of the mannequin
Next, you’re popping out a shoulder
Oh, you got bolder
Somebody should have told her
You live her life the way she wished,
The way she prayed to never be.
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I love how you use such grotesque imagery for the mundane. It’s so visceral and delightful.
What the hell did just read? I hope your sister's eye gets better, if it keeps getting worse it might let a rich man into heaven