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guilty as sin

my belly sucks in mud and dirt and flies
to fill the hole left by your abstraction

consuming anything I have to hand -
I’d eat rubber if I thought it would hurt

enough but nothing does; so I go on
cramming in the poison that numbs me

and when it gets too much I hit eject
pulling the plug on the night’s indulgence

today my mouth feels hollow, sores have formed
and ulcers gape in shameful exposure

if you could see me now, a broken doll
that crawls and spews and mewls and sprawls in spurts

of crooked silence, would you gulf the blot
and take my hand? for your sake I hope not

Desi,

A bit masochistic and very gritty...

I like it.

Some difficult lines, if I may be so bold:

enough but nothing does; so I go on
cramming in the poison that numbs me

and when it gets too much I hit eject
pulling the plug on the night’s indulgence

Where would you be leading me here? Not sure...

But some very keen ones too...

if you could see me now, a broken doll
that crawls and spews and mewls and sprawls in spurts

This is great, I love the trudge from aw ew ew aw, wonderful wording.

A good piece says I.

--A.S.

thanks....it was difficult to submit this one. as for the difficult lines - i think i just wasn't brave enough to be more direct, so i may have bungled it a bit!
des

On second read and basing from your reply, I say this is Dickinson-esque in terms of duplicious theming (if you could say that)...perhaps not death but something much more, eh, lusty...perhaps?

it's interesting you should interpret it that way. it's actually about vomiting but i think the character in the poem probably abuses sex in the same way as food, drink, drugs....
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