Very Bad Poetry

Sometimes I have sex with strangers. They’re a treatment for sexual frustration and the eccentricities that come with it. Someone fills my otherwise empty bed and sweats and moans and make a mess of things. Sometimes they say they love me, and I say I love them, even though I don't. Late at night I'll tell these strangers secrets. I'll string words together eloquently so they can see through my eyes. I'll speak of life, and of them, and of reality and they'll reward me for it. After words it’s back to smells, and hormones, and eating and poking; back to breaths and grunts and moans and lies. I hate to leave them alone because I'm afraid they'll steal something and I hate to send them away because it’s awkward but I'm always happy to watch them leave.

Sebastian Schism has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Sebastian's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Sebastian's latest works: