21. Never AgainRaspy sandpaper of smelly pieceof slowly moving naked musclewhile drowsiness keeps the mirrorpair stained, but that's of no greatimportance since the curtains havebeen glued together by Sandman'sdust. Thirteen ice cubes have stolenthe best edge of yesterday's vodkaon the nightstand basking in theblinding ray of death. The ritualdecision formed four times a montheach Sunday morning plunges fromthe murky depths of this shallowpond of a mind: Never shall I drink again.
april 13, 2013there's a girl I knowthat flirts with deathand whistles through darker hues of redthat bubble up from behind her burnt gumsand under cracked fingernailsher cough smells of booze and self help groups ~ lined nicotine patchesmake up her dressand her acrylic smile(barking malice toward the kids)would outshine the sun if it wasn't pasted onso haphazardlyshe say's she plans on breaking mebetween the rambling muses that fallfrom her half cocked lipsand mind..end me, andthrow me a rideoff a cliff for all she knowswith a twist of her hip andhard truths to swallow, yeahshe intends for me to chokeI don't think she has a clue