I’m Not a Bloody Playtime Pool

Drown

Painted by Brian Kirhagis

You wanted to be let in,
into the flow of my emotions,
into the depths of my feelings.
Why do you want to leave now?
Oh!
You have your life to live now?

I asked if you could swim
and you said “yes”,
you’d do anything to get in.

Is it too cold for you now?
Is my water too dirty for you,
too contaminated for your soul?
Do your lifeguards want you out now?

Were you looking to find fishes in me,
to feed them and keep them for your use?
Are you disappointed that there are none?
Do you wish that I was more salty?
Have you found a different water?

Why don’t you talk to me?
I don’t want you out of me;
your presence satisfies me.
I am so used to you;
I don’t know what to do.

You can’t just make me trust you
and then mess up.
Cum, tears, sweat, blood, pee;
how do I separate all of you from me?

You see, this is the kind of shit that…
*whew!*
…this is the kind of stuff
that gets motherfuckers drowned.
I’m not a bloody playtime pool.

I’m a sea.

-Yemoja 

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Don’t Be So Trusting III

Some of those who stand beside you
may not stand with you,
especially when you need them to.
They’ll stand by and watch you,
but they won’t stand by you.

Be careful.

T(h)rust

Each time I let myself trust,
I get ready for the worst,
I get ready for sharp thrusts,
and so the absence of betrayals
do not surprise me anymore;
the absence of them do.

Your Royal Highness

I know that you are high on “we”ed;
you are with your gossip team.
Although you ought to be polite to me,
you don’t see the need.
Don’t smile at me when we’re alone;
you have done that deed.
Don’t speak to me in the garden;
you have sown that seed.