bile

SchlitzSchlitz Posts: 141
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
My vomit melts my hand
It reminds me of you
Like you told me I should do

Take me out to play a good hand
See what you did
Look at me tell me who I am

My hand is chapped
Nails are brittle
I’ll clean and wrap them

Get it out of my hair
I’m sick again
Dilated eyes
Black lines mixed with my gentle freckles

I think I’ll go out for dinner
Then I can see a creamy white when I’m done
Then wash it up with a napkin
Hold me never again
i have to remain at top sassiness, even though my inner sass is struggling
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