broken toy

it was dark and
hot
and every breath entered
with salty sweat
inside the nose

the mouth was
gagged and the whole head
covered by a
black trash bag
with two very small holes,
unaligned with her
nostrils

Her skin was itchy all
over
but there was no scratching
with hands and feet
bound to the chair

She didn’t realize that she
was in hyperventilation
and it was making things
worse

After the four hours
it took him to come back to
the basement
he found the greatest
disappointment of his life

He found her dead

There’s no feeling like
paying good money
for a toy
only to bring it home
and find that it’s broken
before you get to
play with it

He broke down and cried
for a whole hour
as he sat on her dead lap
and caressed her hair
and kissed her gagged
mouth and sucked the
snot from her nose

She was beautiful
too

Weeks later he was unable to
forget her
He carried her eyeball inside
his mouth wherever he
went

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    1. 〔°^◡^°〕 Oh, thank you, Mansi
      If I do recall correctly, this particular poem was written at work. After having enjoyed some whiskey that I smuggled in a little plastic bottle. But I don’t want to think that alcohol helps with inspiration. So maybe it was the music I was listening to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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            1. So sorry for the poor guy 😦
              I mean, he’s only running a multi million dollar company while I’ve the privilege to spend 12 hours in the office drinking cheap whiskey and writing poems to pass the time.

              #THOUGHTS_AND_PRAYERS
              😔🙏

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    1. ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ There, I’ve done it. For little Billy!

      I’ve made it one of my New Year’s Resolutions. Now I am committed to actually coming up with family friendly stuff on my blog.
      Look up to it. It’ll happen. Soon. Promise! •ᴗ•

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