Standing in front of them, it shone and drew them in, holding them tight as it went.
Fuck her cunt like there’s no tomorrow.
Slap the bitch and show her that the heaven she dreams of is in her back garden.
You talk to yourself and expect everyone to have heard your bullshit.
I feel for him for he knows not what she wants to do to him.
She bleeds through holes she cannot close; veins pump harder and faster.
Right in front of him the wound opened: out poured his milk thick and fast.
He couldn’t miss it.
She didn’t want to feel it.
They’d lost sight of the things that mattered and held onto themselves.
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// Dec 10th, 2003 // Personal, Poetry
