I dreamt that I had this
egg-sized zit on my forehead
I'd squeezed for the longest time,
and finally it erupted
I pressed and pressed, trying to empty it
My whole head was covered in blood and thick pus
but it was still full and throbbing
Then all of it was in my mouth
I watched my face in the mirror and I gagged
and choked on it, scraping it off my tongue
into the soapy sink water,
which the cat was lapping up.He was watching from beside the counter,
reprimanding me.
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🍰April 2018🍰
PoéziaAn illustrated book of poems every month in 2018! Here's everything from April!