Tag Archives: compulsions

As I sat in my maths lessons
The urge to strain my bowels intensified.
Instead of soiling myself
I drew patterns on some paper

intrusive thoughts, intrusive thoughts

Then as suddenly as my compulsions
Miss Byrne snatched the paper
That was the final straw
I’m telling my mum

intrusive thoughts, intrusive thoughts

She wrote in swirly handwriting
7 heartfelt pages of agony
Once like the time
Our hands touched the same book

intrusive thoughts, intrusive thoughts

The school councillor came to me at lunch
And asked some disturbed questions
Instead of revealing my vaginal warts
I had to clean the table

intrusive thoughts, intrusive thoughts

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The library farm.

Library, library. 

I was in the mist of 

depression when I purchased 

the farm. I smelled of dung and

the crystals formed in your

bloodshot eyes. April

the 5th was when you

rejected it and 

slamdunked a book

in my face. 

REPENT!

you Screamed in the 

Library… Library…. Library….. Library……