Casey Renee Kiser

+Sundae/Anti-Love+

STOP
in the name of love
or
in the name of straightjackets
His anti-love almost killed me,
well, it did kill me
He just wasn’t smart enough to hide my body
somewhere, besides the Dark
DARKNESS IS MY ADOPTIVE MOTHER
DARKNESS IS MY FATHER
for every Sundae, I confess with cherries and sprinkles
I make it all pretty (ugly)
He licked around it and just fucking let it melt
Mistook my wild-eyed observing for Fear
Mistook my sprinkles for a shattered soul
‘Now she knows better’, he writes
Well, at least he can speak truth
ONCE IN A WHILE in a poem
WHERE WOULD WE BE WITHOUT POETRY?
Will it be enough to save him from himself?
That demon sure is persistent

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