Sep 2013
My bones have begun to rust over
Maybe the process began long ago
and I had not yet noticed.
My mind has begun to slip under
Maybe the abscess began long ago
and I had not yet noticed.
The taste of coffee on my lips
The architecture of my hips
My mind excoriates and strips
My bones which sink and slide and split.
Maybe the process began long ago
and I had not yet noticed.
My mind has begun to slip under
Maybe the abscess began long ago
and I had not yet noticed.
The taste of coffee on my lips
The architecture of my hips
My mind excoriates and strips
My bones which sink and slide and split.
Written after a short dissociative episode in a coffee shop.
(Glasgow)
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