when we remembered to check on her, she had made a mess of herself. shame on her.
Friday, 27 May 2016
bored, confined, obsessed: chasing my own tail
i'm sorry
my mouth smells of wine
when i kiss your brother on the cheek
i can't hold my purple stained tongue
wrong words spilling out
i can't catch myself
joyfully running
from myself
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