This...

pepperpepper Posts: 155
edited February 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I whine like a dog

so he makes me beg

down on my knees

swallowing each sweet droplet

of his...

reassurance...

that...

he loves me.

I pick myself up from the floor

I wipe my chin

I take a sip of cheap wine

I loosen my hair

I soften my lips

I exhale the last smoky cloud from my cigarette

and I tell myself

that this... is

how it is for everybody

that this... is

apocalyptically beautiful

that this... is

it

for me.
Pepper- I am faith without religion, without bruised knees and pleas for forgiveness...
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