swallow hard
twist up the face
and feel another moment slip into blackness
Black water steams beneath my salt licked room
trapped, like when the stove burned my lungs
when i was a child afraid
stifling car heat on a snowy day
the picture was presented and dark thoughts were resented
black water was inside, along with batter
but no ingredients now matter
Face crying and heaving, yet no tears leaving
A twisted march against life
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
swallow hard
twist up the face
and feel another moment slip into blackness
Black water steams beneath my salt licked room
trapped, like when the stove burned my lungs
when i was a child afraid
stifling car heat on a snowy day
the picture was presented and dark thoughts were resented
black water was inside, along with batter
but no ingredients now matter
Face crying and heaving, yet no tears leaving
A twisted march against life
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