Writing

Carol Singers

Carol singers have decided that
it's a good idea to wake me up at
6am on christmas morning when I'm
trying to sleep off last night
and the iminant horror that's made up
your eyes this morning
so kiss me quick
because I'm wilting the fucking
mistletoe
that you put up specially
just for me and I'm
dying as we speak.

Coloured felt pens you
lined up in all your immaculate
obsessions
like some kind of bored ghost
counting the grains of sugar to make
it just perfect
and I can see right through you
into your pink flames and
insecurities.

My soul burned you
don't lie you're not very good at it
and I touched you again because
that's what I do.
So if you slap me one more time
I'll make like a rock star
and get pissed until the apocolypse comes
and experiment with the
'other side' just to
make you afraid.
It's worth the agony.

My addiction to you has
overcome it all and you're just as cold
as you always were,
have been.
I'll never be you again.
Touching isn't it.

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