The Rug
Rolling on the floor, the carpet tingles.
My Ribs, Oh my Ribs:
He tickles me and I laugh and laugh and laugh
Crouched over my chest his hair scratches
My Ribs, Oh my Ribs!
Knees at my ears and I try to laugh.
My lips are closed. Smooth skin upon them.
My Ribs, Oh my Ribs?
Pushing against my teeth and I can't laugh.
Choking me. Filling my mouth. I Gag.
My Ribs? No. Not my ribs.
Sticky wet slime and tears.
OH MY GOD!
I can't believe I laughed.
Poetry being what it is, is an expression of the soul. So please proceed with caution as my soul can often be found on the dark side.Feel free to comment, suggest, or just tell me I'm one crazy b!+(#-- Thanks for visiting and either warn off or refer a friend.
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