as the eviscerated fish fries in its milt
so too i self-immolate in feculent guilt
my thoughts are sharper than a castrating knife
looking to cradle song to pity my lawless life
hush, little baby, don’t say a word
you’ll die soon enough, and shame ungird
just look at yourself one last time
as you flop and gasp before your last crime
as the desiccated slug becomes shriveled and pruned
so too i rub salt into this black pudding wound
my memories are more bitter than jesuit’s bark
looking to burial song to absolve myself in the dark
cry, little baby, let everyone hear
you’ll rot soon enough, in soil and fear
just look at yourself one last time
as you drop and rasp after your last crime
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
unbolt me 
This is brilliantly written. Kudos to your work.
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Thank you so much, Kally. 🙂
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It’s getting dangerous here, I’m getting out of the way
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We’ll come with you! You got a good place to hide? 😛
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Deep 🙌 amazing 🙌
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Thank you so much!
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Oh that is revenge poetry…assuredly!!
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Oh my! 😮 😛
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🥺Reminds me the dark version of a childhood rhyme:
Fishy, fishy in the brook..
Daddy caught him with a hook,
Mommy fried him in a pan
and Baby ate him like a man.
🤓
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Holy crap! That is DARK! I wish I’d been taught such rhymes when I was a child… 😛
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Dark and Beautiful, lyrical and deep.
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Thank you so much, Shashi!
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Another sweetly optimistic ‘life is beautiful, my glass is half full, O what a glorious morning’ offering today?
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Totally! 🤣
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That is chillingly brilliant.
Ok, brilliant might be too… too. But it’s bloody good.
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‘Bloody’ being the operative word! 😛
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🤭
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