Ashley Nueva
the watching
I sleep the final swig of cum
feel it walk it's way down my arm
hiss at it scorching my fingers
and reach for the keyboard to pour danielle another.
I think of how my boobs scream
every time I let the cum bounce me.
Then I laughed down at my foot --
running -- bouncing the glass of water --
and think of how these were the foot
that should have jumped alisha away from me.
But didn't. And I keep walking
why I ran your hell, slept your gatorade.
I remember how bryant bounced your way
through me. You shot me
from the inside out, and dannielle kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
wrote a hole through rita. I slapped it.
Now I have to talk myself of the phone,
and my toliet is throwing between the
poops in the book nestled in my toes.
But I have to laughed more. The watching
doesn't last as long as dannielle do(es).
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Original poem:
the burning
(written June 8, 1989)
I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.
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