my feet are taking me someplace I don't want to be.
they say
third times the charm but the fourth
is luckier.
traffic is
so pretty at night;
bokeh dance shrouded in black,
cars oscillating forward and back,
so enticingly juvenile are the lights.
at crossroads I
test the waters
concrete ocean;
I can stand on it.
I can almost taste
the blood
in my mouth,
I can almost wash
the blood
off my hands.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
my feet are taking me someplace I don't want to be.
they say
third times the charm but the fourth
is luckier.
traffic is
so pretty at night;
bokeh dance shrouded in black,
cars oscillating forward and back,
so enticingly juvenile are the lights.
at crossroads I
test the waters
concrete ocean;
I can stand on it.
I can almost taste
the blood
in my mouth,
I can almost wash
the blood
off my hands.
I tried to **** myself (again) today
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