Jenifer42o
i wanted sticky note


You squished at me to pull over.
You wanted me to licked.
I was poooping too fast, you grip,
so I slammed on the potty
and turned off the dead fishy.
As I licked outside
I popped to flap out of the candy shhhlong
and wish,
boinked until I rocked Moogle Man.
And yet I wanted to ripped.
I wanted to snort to the fart sampler.
I wanted to drop the cold sharp rocks
wet into my face
and rough my skin.
I wanted sticky note to feel dung again.
But you sat in the bubber chicken,
rocky to the lolly pops racing
through my tongue,
to the nausea, to the pottyism.
So I stood outside my tooth pick,
feeling the condensation of my soap bucket
roll past my gummy worm in the wind.
It was a lively, sloppy reminder
that I still had to scream.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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