I diluted
the piles
of bile
in my organs
with half
a bottle
of water
As once
I woke, -felt
the blob of
thickness
sloshing about-
knew it'd be one of
those mornings
on my knees
before the
royal throne
I still
taste
sour acid
and
the miasma
is still
swirling
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
I diluted
the piles
of bile
in my organs
with half
a bottle
of water
As once
I woke, -felt
the blob of
thickness
sloshing about-
knew it'd be one of
those mornings
on my knees
before the
royal throne
I still
taste
sour acid
and
the miasma
is still
swirling
Finals week
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