Out Of Season

Posted byCarmilla DawnPosted inpoetryTags:, 

Spitting out your seed
binging on watermelon wine
devouring this sugar baby
‘cause I’m ripe, juicy, tasty.

My has-been undercover lover 
still marking territory on exes
your wet spots soaking through
thin cotton front lines.

I’ve a fat lip swelling
an anaphylactic reaction
to the napalm.
I’ve a hot welt rising
in the shape of your hate
across my backside.

Why are you returning 
when there’s nothing left
between us
‘cept the green rind?

Published by Carmilla Dawn

Hi! I write poetry and short stories under the pen name Carmilla Dawn. I’m a bookworm, music, and tarot enthusiast. When not writing, I can be found goofing around with my husband and kitty Freya, hanging out with my online sisters and friends, playing solo ttrpgs, jamming out to tunes, and binge watching videos on YouTube.

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