A wee bit fun.

Not All Wishes Come True


When I see your long, slender neck,

pale in the morning’s bluish haze,

faintly smelling of cheap lemony cologne,

yesterday’s sweat, and your new boyfriend’s

semenah! how I wish 

to strangle you to death, my love.





Poetry by Yayāti
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Written on 2019-10-07 at 05:40

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done!