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She's An Imp Full of Bile

Oh how her outward beauty faded
As her twisted psyche unravelled
She left me insulted and jaded
Had me reliving the road I had traveled

Oh what twisted trick did my womb play on me?
What purulent fluid osmosed between her & I
The imaginary community came out in full force to see
The shock, the tears the shivers, told no lie

I had always thought I had done my best
She didn't care bout that I could fall over and die
I pulled all stops trying to cope like the rest
And now here I was trying to cover up and lie

Did I have it in me to call out the cops?
i imagined her slim frame already stuffed in a van
Battered and bruised before she could reach the shop
What type of a parent would I be if I reported than ran?

But her insults were taunting
Her profanity most vile
The dark was too daunting
She's an imp full of bile

So battered and bruised
Manipulated and abused
Hurting and furious
From words so spurious

I retracted to my cocoon
For I knew it would start again soon

So even if I can rile
She's an imp full of bile!
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Published on January 26, 2016 11:52 Tags: poetry

She's An Imp Full of Bile

Oh how her outward beauty faded
As her twisted psyche unravelled
She left me insulted and jaded
Had me reliving the road I had traveled

Oh what twisted trick did my womb play on me?
What purulent fluid osmosed between her & I
The imaginary community came out in full force to see
The shock, the tears the shivers, told no lie

I had always thought I had done my best
She didn't care bout that I could fall over and die
I pulled all stops trying to cope like the rest
And now here I was trying to cover up and lie

Did I have it in me to call out the cops?
i imagined her slim frame already stuffed in a van
Battered and bruised before she could reach the shop
What type of a parent would I be if I reported than ran?

But her insults were taunting
Her profanity most vile
The dark was too daunting
She's an imp full of bile

So battered and bruised
Manipulated and abused
Hurting and furious
From words so spurious

I retracted to my cocoon
For I knew it would start again soon

So even if I can rile
She's an imp full of bile!
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Published on January 26, 2016 11:58 Tags: poetry