Resistance Was Futile


Almost… painful,

those beads of sweat

above your navel.

That smoke…

It surrounds your

eyes and I’m burning

in the iris,

pupils dilate,

hips flick,

resistance was


© CGT, 2018.

Blogging Poetry

Obol View All →

Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

1 Comment Leave a comment

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: