Bubbles popped atop
a ****** tongue;
Digging into my lungs
like sour milk.
Nails of whiskey scents
grappled at a hickey-d neck,
pulling harder at swollen pipes.
With every swig
she laughed,
I cried.
So long I existed
there wasn't much difference
between death, and life.
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 2:31 PM UTC
Bubbles popped atop
a ****** tongue;
Digging into my lungs
like sour milk.
Nails of whiskey scents
grappled at a hickey-d neck,
pulling harder at swollen pipes.
With every swig
she laughed,
I cried.
So long I existed
there wasn't much difference
between death, and life.