8/30
swallowing pills
the rain swerves across the median
cheap thrills
picking my teeth with a straw
til blood drips still and stains
gray teeth I think
im in the balance between stable and dangerous
my hands shove words together without thanking
i operate and remove their meaning
like a black and bloody appendix ready to bust
all of these words become self-aware
lust mixes with love like water with blood
I'm overdone
No comments:
Post a Comment