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If You Were Here
If you were here --
I'd dig out your eyes
with a spoon,
throw acid
in the empty sockets.
I'd slice off your tongue
with a dull knife,
feed it
to the mangy mutt next door.
I'd cut your fingernails
too short,
soak the tips
in lemon juice and vinegar.
If you were here --
I'd cry on my knees,
on the kitchen floor,
beg you
to never leave.
AJ Smith writes poetry, short stories, and is working on something longer.
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