Nov 2015
mutilated
as the light obtrudes;
like a fly trapped
in a spider's lair, waiting to be
devoured—
my hungover soul, dead,
drunk
from drinking all
the sadness
in the world.
as the light obtrudes;
like a fly trapped
in a spider's lair, waiting to be
devoured—
my hungover soul, dead,
drunk
from drinking all
the sadness
in the world.
(Bulacan)
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