Hurricane Lucy

The form of decay that’s left behind
is the rotting kind that you never cut out

In its pulp, it has your moniker
etched into the surface

This doesn’t surprise me
because you never went below

Flirting with the disaster in my eyes,
but never getting to know what makes me whole

I’m left gnawing at the cancer that fills
your void like a dying man’s last breath

Struggling to stay alive in this suffocating mess

You murdered the four-chambered muscle
desperately aching behind my chest

With your jagged little words,
the lethal weapons of your allure

Stirring emotions with hurricane lips,
I was sucked into the eye of your storm.


Watch Alexander Bentley perform this spoken word poem on his official Facebook page by clicking here.

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