woke throat-sore,
cold naked alone
dreaming of cockroach swarms
crushin kitten skulls
kissing a too-small mouth-
i couldn't find my hands,
it was unfair-
a shadow house,
a burnt pot,
a splinter-
you asked me why the curb was so high
you agony me.
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1 comment:
sick yo!
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