Where the Cockroaches Kiss

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  1. hearstothemute

    hearstothemute New Member

    Mar 12, 2011
    Struggling to smell the difference
    between the perfume she wears behind her ears
    -as you teethe at her quivering neck,
    and the stench of the motel where you fuck like strangers
    but later call it sex.
    Where you forget whether it’s dusk or Dawn
    and just remember, you forgot to call her.

    Her throat opens wide
    as the moans bleed into traffic horns,
    police sirens; and mouths as filthy as their children
    spit glass across the mattress
    filled with eight naked body bags,
    and of course you two-
    squirming as if you knew what you were doing,
    with his forearm pinning down her greasy hair,

    she pretends she likes it rough
    just because she thinks he does.

    They rock back and forth like infants,
    trying to remember what it was like
    to sit in their mothers arms and feel
    what love really is.
    Without the crooked smiles that forgot
    the difference between disgust and lust.
    Just because it’s always so painful
    that the corners of her mouth have earned to lift
    with her skirt to make the tears look like his work
    paying off,
    without showing the shadow of a doubt
    that is still trying to figure dusk from Dawn
    so it can decide wither or not it’s time
    to make an appearance.

    If home is where the heart is,
    tt makes sense they’d be so hollow.
    They lock eyes-
    but only because neither has the key
    to what the other is really looking for.
    They stare so deep that the room blurs.
    Their pupils grow so wide that they swallow each other whole;
    they stare so deep into each other’s eyes
    that they just look right through to the other side,
    and feel just as alone as they did
    the day those dusty old vintage motel sheets
    started to collide.

    They’ve been fucking in the same rotten room
    for so long that their standards for the outside too
    are gone.

    He’d of never known he climaxed
    if he hadn’t fallen out of her broken spirit
    and into the pages of the bible
    that wasn’t even placed in room 12’s cracked nightstand.
    It would have served no purpose
    to the two who’d stoop so low as to continue spending
    each other when knowing all along they were both

    So they smoke the broken roach clips,
    left in the ashtray from the moment they noticed
    -neither one of them even smoked.

    They’ll make it routine and call it adventure
    as the habit forms and the love becomes indentured
    -two slaves wondering which is the master
    as they both eat the leather
    and clench their teeth reaching up towards the rafters.

    She used to call for Jesus,
    and now she calls for me
    -she used to call for Jesus
    but she never believed.
    It’s just what she thought you’re supposed to do.

    And we’ll keep fucking like we’re seizing today
    while tomorrow giggles behind the curtains
    and the night masturbates
    in the room next to ours with his first date.
    And I’ll keep telling this story in third person,
    and I’m sure she’ll do the same.
    Because we never loved, we lusted
    without ever knowing the way.

    We never trusted ourselves to get there,
    so we stopped at a motel along the way.
    With each stop we take,
    we get a little closer
    to getting further away.
  2. patrown

    patrown student for life

    Dec 5, 2011
    I enjoyed the entire read when I really looked into the quote, then went through it a third time.
    Not to say it was badly written, that part just spoke to me and I catch on slow.
    I admire your writing. Keep them coming, please.
  3. patrown

    patrown student for life

    Dec 5, 2011
    can't believe you have not received more feedback on this piece.
    it was a little pornographic at times, but real good..
  4. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

    Jun 19, 2009
    this peice is pretty amazing in the way you established your voice and the way you tell this story...it has a real feel to it and a real world created. great read. enjoyed every line.

    My favorite line

    spit glass across the mattress
  5. Bipola

    Bipola Member

    Apr 4, 2008
    whoa this was really really good... awesome albeit disturbing imagery and it was really captivating to read. very original also, keep it up!
  6. hearstothemute

    hearstothemute New Member

    Mar 12, 2011
  7. Seneca Cayson

    Seneca Cayson New Member

    Jan 21, 2012
  8. patrown

    patrown student for life

    Dec 5, 2011
    :) glad you got some hits on this. .. would you mind if I save it on my facebook? I keep all stuff I want to read there but ask permission, and keep it only viewable by me.
  9. ~Eloquent

    ~Eloquent Narcissistic....

    Feb 20, 2003
    this has like a graphic novel type of feel into it
    but then it makes me think of just the lonely,unmarried people in every city,and they fill their sexual needs but never are able to feel their emotional needs for acceptance and belonging...
    so they meet at the interstate motels
    it sounded like a really good narration of literature...
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