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Poem Collection - MythOfHappiness - 24. Bubblegum

I can’t chew bubblegum

pop my insides like

coca-cola sweet on

rubber-tongued dolls

fucking in the kitchen

where my mother smoked

cigarettes smell like ash-tray kisses on

wednesday after church let out

I’d cry in my bedroom

sheets sticky with dried

“come over” she slurred

snapping pink sugar into the

phone calls sound so

fake-carved with a razor into my arm

wrapped round her

waste of space, of

time ticks don’t stop

-watch seconds pulling heart

-strings swell, bitter honesty pouring out

-side nerves sting

raw truth don’t taste like

bubblegum

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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 
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Wow.  Starts with a hint of candied nostalgia, but then turns hard to bitter and ash. 

Ouch,  but powerful words. 

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Powerful, raw, mighty in its sadness. I bow down to your inedible poetic gift.

I grieve for your hurt, but I desire more of your work to be posted.

Thank you for this poem, and all of your poems

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