Caged

Caged
Are you attracted to wounded animals?
Come here, sweetie
I’ll show you my scars
tell you how I’ve suffered
to make you get on your knees for me
I’m not responsible
For your careless desires
Do you like it only when it can’t hurt you?
Do you like it only when I whimper?
You should be ashamed
You’re the one walking
on the other side of the bars
Won’t you pity a carcass
an empty lover
to hide inside?
I would have heard you say no
if I didn’t see the blood from your flower
dripping down your bruised legs
to love is to convince yourself
there is nothing more
out there

Malicia

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About Malicia Frost

Your local Frankenstein.
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7 Responses to Caged

  1. Haunting and visceral, dripping with sarcasm. I could not look away and read it more than once.

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  2. Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
    Malicia Frost-Malicia’s Malebolge

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  3. I feel the pain in your poem yet there hides sarcasm in its corner. Love it.

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