art by emjaybrady@DeviantArt
I can survive love like a roach can survive a nuclear holocaust.
Love’s promises are sirens of Hades
Her kisses are promises of the mantis.
Her embrace:
a Chinese finger trap laced with spikes but dripped with morphine,
leaving me laughing when ensnared but dying when the trap is released.
Love clogs the arteries like fast food.
It tastes delicious but will tear you up inside.
I think I’m boycotting McLovin and I’m going on a diet.
Romance clouds the mind and masks reality.
The harbor is beautiful until the fog rolls in and the lights go out.
It’s about time I have my ship anchored.
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Kourtney Risher
I'm a poet and an aspiring novelist from El Dorado, AR.
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