this is not here

this is not here

A Poem by Samantha M. Tusspot

I'm extremely proud of this one.


    inhaling what i exhale into paradise
    forgetting all your sanity until i am in one
    or maybe two peace, pieces, three by four
    the big bad wolf will blow your house in
    if you don't succumb your mind for pleasure
    one down, two down, three by four
    your subconscious is horrendously

    perhaps it was because i am cultured
    to the point where i became threatening
    or because you are insecure
    or perhaps i am too tall
    the external wounds are clearer now
    than they were before
    severed red lines which make me dizzy
    one down, two down, three by four
    the blood between my legs
    is clotting
    hopefully you will not choke.

    if this has taught me anything
    it's that Persephone was right
    for choosing love in darkness over lust in broad
    breaks and burns the holes you've sucked out
    one girl, two girls, but i'm the w***e
    for expecting better from someone who promised
    eternal glory and emancipation from pain
    and now i am left in pieces
    bruised violet for Death's jagged teeth.

© 2010 Samantha M. Tusspot

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Added on October 2, 2010
Last Updated on October 2, 2010


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