#Ekno E A*

gnashing

have i known
its coming from you
all the holes
that pierced me through

crashing

these tell tale signs
of past sexual conquest
whose faces
and physiques
reduced into viral leek

exploding

a nuclear reaction
of uranium-235
a fission
of lust and lust alone
splitting into millions
of fissile elements
bombarding me to the core

dissipating

i wouldn't know
if you are the one
who need to say i'm sorry
or should i be the one
who says:
it's never been easy

both dismal
and morbid
palettes of orange
and blue
a portrait---
decaying down to its bones

let me
mourn with the notion
drop dead in defeat
assuring
not to pulp beat me
and spank
the hell out of me