April 2010
5 posts
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red wine. and a haircut. and your forgotten.
lovesick on a friday night
woke up sick. pushed on thru the thick morning blahs, coffee at home, dropped off my boy at school and more coffee at 10:30. my tummy churns as I sit outside the office building. you call me, you ask me how Im doing. You ask me to call you when Im thru at the doctors, you wished me well. I consider for a moment, that you actually care about how Im feeling. I linger in that moment passing thoughts...
my insides decay.
you are a bad man.
all of you.
i was only a child but still this hollow sickness resides here.
it expands to accomodate all of your poison and doesn’t subside.
myself, a vessel, deposit of all your demons.
blinking thru a watery veil, i am haunted by all of your pitted faces.
a horror that never dies its constant re-birth, a reminder that you were created to cushion...
