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MILKED

White dented skin,
marked with careful precision
of
accidental wounds.
I look over my shoulder
instead of looking at your face
and it makes it all glamorous
and justifying,
as if I was posing
for that perfect picture.
Your salty fingers
end up invading my mouth,
stopping me
from screaming out the truth,
so what you get
are forced, silent lies.
Deaf
to the sound of ill-coloured heart
and blind
to the pale indifference we both share,
we let our exhaled breaths float
in the night around us.
I strike you as cold,
but it’s just that
I don’t like crying
over spilled milk.

– Chatty Owl –

42 Replies to “MILKED”

  8. Your lines shatter. Drawing everyone’s attention. I enjoy witnessing your thoughts dance through your poetry. Thank you.

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    1. Thats such a beautiful comment. Thank you so much. Words shatter and lines stagger across my paths, making poetry flow effortlessly for me..

    1. Hey! Thanks! Flattered.. But I have stopped doing awards, way too many around to keep up with all of them. But honestly, thanks so much for thinking about me..

    1. Thank you so much. Yes, I did think about that, actually. But somehow everybody on WP started doing that and I got hesitant.. Maybe I should reconsider, huh?
      Thanks so much for a beautiful comment! (Also, will reply about collaboration asap)

  14. “I look over my shoulder
    instead of looking at your face
    and it makes it all glamorous
    and justifying,
    as if I was posing
    for that perfect picture.”

    Really good! I like it. Ending is charming.
    P.S.
    I once told you that you should publish your poems!

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    1. Funny, this bit was my favourite too, glad you picked that and it stood out for you too đŸ™‚
      Publishing? In process đŸ˜‰

    2. Lolzz.. know that I’m always reading you even when I am not leaving comments. I always love your poems. xoxo

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