I’m trying to keep my composure

I’m trying to keep my composure…
but my mind was caught by a barbwire enclosure!
I couldn’t sever truth and lie!
I would prefer to meet shots and die!
I forgot all my experience of verbal…
I could apply only quiet burble,
I could chomp and stutter,
I could belch and sputter!
I felt like a mauled hooker,
My body was burnt on the hellish cooker!
I got mugged like a stupid goof!
My tongue laid on the loft like proof!
I plunged into the hot bloody gel…
My perspectives deteriorated. Hell!
It makes no sense to use a compress
When a zombie gnaws your tender ass…

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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