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Nov 2013
You uploaded your data directly under my skin

Crossed my wires, stored your files

Maybe I did that, I don’t remember; I was too drunk 

off of the whiskey-sweat that beads up on your flesh

Tongue acidic and raw
Throat burning

Bile in my stomach churning

just like the taste of your name

and the last two times I’ve placed your hand ‘round my neck

I clasped my fingers ‘round the neck of a bottle

Downed it, drowned in it

Trying to delete your files

I thought I had heaved them up later that night

when I laid my head down upon the trash bin

to admire my spewed and skewed works of art,

but the next morning I found you,
still in my bottle of a heart

Written by
Dandy  The District of Denial
(The District of Denial)   
   Niveda Nahta and SheCaldWar
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