Moment of Poetry: Poem Untitled.

You will open the door for me
hoping my face to soften
A car smelling distinctly of other women

Reptilian with the thickest exoskeleton
and for whatever reason you've remained aloof.

There will easily be a drive off into open space
to witness the sunset as your eyes dig into me deep
but who cares, anymore?

Not exactly sure why my hands reached to answer the phone
Maybe because you've once played me marionette
Partly tugging again.
It's sickening, and I want no parts of

Words of sorrow and I pity your efforts.
The setting so beautiful and you've wasted time
And all I can think of is stepping all over you
With the heaviest soles and most sinister laughter
Mixing you with the dry earth
There will no longer be hurt.
-Jai

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