Squeezing the Bitch



Squeezing the bitch,

Out of me.

Fighting the bitch,

The all-over-me itch,

To retaliate,

And wound,

To the quick.



Where does it

Come from?

Such good,

Gone rotten,

In a shake,

In a word.


I bless,

Then curse.


Out of control,

I say,

Terrible things,

Then die of shame,

The next moment.

A violent tongue,

Spitting fire,

With a torrent,

Of unrepeatables.



I only lash out,

In perceived self-defence,

But mostly,

I am wrong.

There was no

Malice,

Intended.


My skin,

Is too thin.








Poetry by Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-01-13 at 18:41

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
You say more in two word lines than most say in twenty...
and I'm afraid that includes me

I'm glad to have discovered your poems...really enjoy them

xxxx Stan
2007-11-07


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
well this is a lovely poewm Esti and so very well excecuted nice to see you back here too welcome
2007-01-13


Zoya Zaidi
And let it remain thin dear esti!
(((hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2007-01-13