17 Jul

I recognize

this choking sensation

from the last time she

snuck up on me,

fingers lingering

in caress,

grasping in


clasping, tightening, crush-until-you-


You still your senses,

then struggle to heave,

break free, fling away,

drag knees like leper beggar,

clamber inner walls of

moss-lined minds

and dis-engorge your spleen;

but don’t look back

oh don’t look back,

she’s waiting hungrily still.

Sadness, feline predator,

she’s a right jail warden bitch.

2 Responses to “Slime”

  1. smartassbride July 18, 2010 at 8:44 pm #


    I wish it had been “Misery” instead of “sadness”, in the last but one line, but that’s just me 🙂

  2. Orange Jammies July 20, 2010 at 2:17 am #

    smartassbride: 🙂

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