Looking at me

You keep fucking

looking at me

as if I haven’t

just swallowed

your lust,

as if the puddles

of your pride

hadn’t slipped

from my lips

and dribbled

down my chin.

You keep fucking

looking at me

as if the taste

of you didn’t

just try to burn

a hole through

my sternum

and pool inside

my chest.

 

© Nicole Lyons 2019

 

 

 

 

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