I made a map
of the veins in my chest
I followed the lines
and ended up in a ditch
So I dug
As far down as I could
Before the clay became to stiff
for my fingers to claw
So I went back to my room
with fingernails full of dirt
and a mouth full of spit too thick to swallow
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 8:53 PM UTC
I made a map
of the veins in my chest
I followed the lines
and ended up in a ditch
So I dug
As far down as I could
Before the clay became to stiff
for my fingers to claw
So I went back to my room
with fingernails full of dirt
and a mouth full of spit too thick to swallow
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