You Make Me
by fyarlgiles
those gobs
of greenish muck
that slide off your tongue
in petty,
privileged,
lumps,
make me yearn for
the sight of humiliation and
soupy mutilation
“Stop Talking” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: I got Your Back by Keith P Rein
The Show Tell Project 
This wasn’t that great until the closing lines
Yes, I am not sure how I feel about it myself. I keep editing it and editing it .. and editing it. In fact, I think that I removed the lines that you are talking about. It’s become more of a caption than a poem.