I take small bites like
a stomach locked in
a corset
my heart, too
is trapped under
a vice
I do not make
a pig of myself
I give my eyes
a sense but not
a solid reality
why linger in this
tomb (you see
the moment we met
he was already dead
to me)
Love my dear is
a eulogy
Buy the cheapest
box and move on
Cardboard
Victorian
The last of that
model and would
it be pretentious
to have my stone
inscribed:
The wallpaper was
killing me
?
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
I take small bites like
a stomach locked in
a corset
my heart, too
is trapped under
a vice
I do not make
a pig of myself
I give my eyes
a sense but not
a solid reality
why linger in this
tomb (you see
the moment we met
he was already dead
to me)
Love my dear is
a eulogy
Buy the cheapest
box and move on
Cardboard
Victorian
The last of that
model and would
it be pretentious
to have my stone
inscribed:
The wallpaper was
killing me
?
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