Perky and plump
Soft
A shaped lump
Parted between
Moist and mean
Frown
An upside down
A smacking sound
Cut and bruised
Born to bemuse
A smothering
Lip balm
To calm
The storm
Of the erupted
Cold
Weathering sore
It does not appease
The needs
Of others
Now
Right side up
With fangs abrupt
Hanging
Unable to swallow
Dripping
It drops
And then
Something follows
It’s spit
It’s not
But a mere
Blood drop
Red lips
A bloody
Mess
With my mind

-JBatten