Poetry: Sentiment Acide

By: Cristina A.

This city is too big to offer me surprises. There is absolutely no chance to meet you on the same cold, sweat-hustle of my daily subways. I found you just because you wanted to be found. Everything is controlled by an immeasurable asymmetry: it’s the dramatical perfection of your body structure and my sense of shame to destroy it with a clumsy touch. You drank so much of Devil’s Tongue that you had to take off all the pathetic goodness of a conventional sexual meeting and I surrendered to your collateral effect. I was born with a black hole between my legs, I am anatomically made to be left empty. You do nothing but slamming on my face all the muddle of sinful bodies you cloyed to remind me that you are not mine. I still restrain myself under your smell. It’s meat. It’s every single fucking piece of skin you threw sick to hell. Cumming, leaving here the unnecessary, rolling a cigarette, smoking outside my door, running to:

 that loved human girlfriend that needs you completely.

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please 

        let’s share the last, sweet liquid cigarette together

                       offer me just another shot to drink

                        - SOMETHING-VERY-SUGARY-

To sleep like a beauty queen. 

With a mouth full of pills.

Happily crystallized. 

In a stupid, plastic, shiny, junkie smile. 

That has no end. 

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