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Dec 2015
The leather belt
Tastes burnt
Acidic, bitter
Sinking teeth
Biting wider
Tug it tight
Tighter, tighter
Knuckles turning
Whiter, whiter
**** it hard
Harder, harder
Veins swelling
Twitching
Hungry, hungry
******* itching...
Pull back the plunger
Gently, gently
Swirl of blood
The barrel floods
The liquid dance
One last chance
To see the sun
Now push it slow
Steady, steady
Drifting, floating
Downward spiral
Slowly falling
The empty vial
Vacant dreaming
Drool streaming
Eyes fluttering
Body shuttering
Thoughts stuttering...

All this for one more sting
Now tell me:
Can you hear the angels sing?
Bittersweet was my
Surrender
Look at me
Nothing's left...
That I remember
Written by
Jenn Snowburg
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   Andrew Name
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