Ode To The Passive-Aggressive Insecure Interloper I Met This Evening Poem by Rachael Swiss

Ode To The Passive-Aggressive Insecure Interloper I Met This Evening



Razor wire 'round the throat
Criss-cross and POP!
Goes the pustule
Exploding the amniotic sad sack of
Brain bile.
Pus in stalagtites dangle from the ceiling
Splattering my face like bukkake
A happy ending.

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