The Poetry Marathon

I’ll concede, I will show you mine if you show me yours

But I promise when I open myself up, there won’t be anything pretty living inside

nothing you will want to take home to your parents

or display on your wall

or in front of your friends

I promise there won’t be flowers or sunrises

There won’t be oos and ahhs that will drop you to your knees

But a certain darkness that might seduce you

Disguised as poetry, wet sticky words

attached to my core

waiting to picked and displayed for you

I will show you mine, but I dont think you will like it