i have an attraction to the grim these days
the dirt, the mess, the rancid, rotting, stench of things gone bad
i like when i sweat and the makeup smears under my tired eyes
i like when i eat and the crumbs of something devoured remain in my teeth
i like when i bite my nails and the chip in the polish makes my breath smell like the chemicals poison
i like being gross, *****, rancid, rotting, soiled in my own filth, decaying...
i wont brush my teeth
i wont change my underwear
i wont put a bandied on the scratch on my thigh
because i'm always looking for a release from my mind
and what you see is what you get