Out with the rubbish
you are. Kicked to the kerb
awaiting collection. Once
gripped firmly between
fair hands tantalising tongues
brushing tender urgent
lips. Head thrown back
sliding deliciously
down the back of my throat
Devoured
Seduced
Addicted
To a bottle of beguiling
passion. That now lies
spent and dirty
at the bottom of the
recycle bin. A vessel
empty of any substance
Hangover
Been
Gone
Just another
inconsequence. Another
silly boy. See-through
just like all the other
empties glinting at me
in the sunshine. I am
again crushless.
Hallelujah for that.
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2 comments:
hmmm thanks for that i have never viewed a hangover so beautifully!!
I will the next time i feel that way... you worded it quite eloquently WELL DONE!!
I wonder if it will still be as painful, lets hope not :)
Thanks. I was in fact talking about a boy rather than the evil drink, but they're pretty much the same thing in effect and this could be applied to either or both. I think it's called metaphor :)
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