bad poetry #24

my army of ex girlfriends
ambush me in dreams
smother me with their bosoms
"why have you forgotten us?"
"why have you moved on?"

over time they blur into one
enormous grotesque hobbling anime fiend
a sensory stew of familiar scents
sweaty skin and coital vocalizations
a golem raised from the dirt of heartbreak

my army of ex girlfriends
relentless in their pursuit
of a fond memory that i may hold
"what about the good times?"
"what of the joys we shared?"

charitably and honestly i reply
that in stillness
nothing is ever forgotten
my center is still
but life is kinetic
and so must i be