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Sunday, December 30, 2012

This poem is by a fellow writer from 3AM magazine. Her name is Gabby Gabby and I really relate to her poems. I guess it's selfish to say but we all seem to like writers who write the same sort of stuff on the same topics we tend to: Check her out at: http://www.3ammagazine.com/3am/three-poems-18/





How to live
On the edge of my bathtub I watch a girl
lick cum off of her face and smile.
I can cry while watching porn when it reminds me of sex
with someone that I loved who now loves somewhere else.
When the girl in the video kind of does something
that she thinks is sexy but the guy laughs instead of thinking it’s sexy.
When the sex is slow and it takes some time
to figure out how to change positions without pulling out.
My heart pushes up this heart stuff. I can feel it
when strangers that look like us are fucking.
We exist in there.
This poem isn’t going to teach you anything.
Look to porn to teach you about good living.


Posted by Murder She Wrote at 6:47 PM

2 comments:

lavender rose said...

Love the imagery, great poem and it did teach me something, it taught me how deep the mind can go.

December 30, 2012 at 7:16 PM
Murder She Wrote said...

Thanks for reading lavender!! It's nice to know someone's out there!! :)

December 30, 2012 at 9:56 PM

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