tagNon-Erotic PoetryPull One Out

Pull One Out

byKikahCornelius©

My aunt who finally got lifted from the heel of a man who stole from the poor box at my local catholic church, same church where my grandma’s favorite priest drowned at the bottom of the largest lake we got, says, Kikah, all’s fair in love and war. Go there. What? So that nigga could pull one out and saw my head off with a 45? Instead, I tapped at the door and his woman slammed it in my face and knocked my glasses off. So, he’s moved on? Sorry aunt says, I just like watching you crumble. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. He once was the only love of mine. Lock stile to the face hurts less than my heart now. Had retroactive bruises for twenty years. My left eye is still purple but now there’s some green.

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