Bitch

There’s a grimy,slimy trail you leave

When you touch my face

It sticks to me for weeks and I can’t shake that sludge

It won’t budge

You slither away under a rock

And I whither in the heat

Deplete. You deplete me.

Repeat.

I keep doing it over and over.

“You can’t teach an old dog ” and all that

I guess I’m a mutt because I’m certainly no bitch.

Only to myself.

(C) Slumpless

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