No Name · Jan 10, 2012
terrible soup

letters are spinning in my head
like some fucked up encyclopedia
or terrible alphabet soup
that spills and spills out of the tin can
and onto the goddamned tile floor
that’s already covered in shards of glass
so that I can’t fall onto it
if I needed to fall down on my knees,
if I wanted to, anyway

 
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