Fistfool

Seven days and years
come at me.
Beckon on your heels
the lips of drenched, drunk,
and empty.



And find me, ill at ease
the fool between your thighs--
watching with contentment
at the lies.

Reviews

[MCS]

This is well done but the reader is left feeling unsettled. Love it when words hit a nerve.

[Kristine Ferg]

Thank you!