Tickled feet

why do you tickle my feet?

do you not see, it is callous

from no socks on cold floors

to standing all day in the hot sun with heels

it is varicose legs, with a third eye

it is no smoother than a baby's bum

but it gets me to you,

truth be told.

so ok, i guess you could.

go ahead, just tickle it then.

You were missed.

When i first drowned you

all i could see was your lips

it bubbled the only life you had left

i held you down tighter without regret

then cried for you because you couldnt.

i felt the guilt that ran threw my veins

boiled with thick blood and rage.

i laughed of joy and held you down further

but soon it left me, you left me.

i became all alone.

I missed you that day.

My muse

Your breasts are like bowling balls at war

it scrunches my hand with no space in the crease

it suffocates and my pores are clogged

i need to separate them, but where's my other hand?

Oh there it is...also stuck in between.

When you squashed my eyeballs.

Slippery eyes, dripping in red

painful and tender, was crushed like jam

lifeless i stood, awaiting my faith

but darkness prevailed, hypnotized, i cramped.

Piercing like stabbed wounds, i stab you

i stab me, we dripped again in red

i was just lost, i had no eyes

but i got you, i did, my friend

So turn around and reach for my hand

and go ahead cry to sleep

eat my salmon on the table

but i can't see anymore, don't worry

i won't make a peep.

...growing pains.

don't stare at me, with your impulsive brain

that scaly skin and scorching face

your breath so bare of bacterial infection

scour those scheming hands.

i'm embarrassed, you shameless wreck

its unbearable to look, the sting of my eyes

made by your own disgrace.

Leave, run, faster than the speed of light

you are like a leech, sucking on every life.

how incredibly inconsiderate for you to be well

you soundless pervading mold of still.