Sleep did not come
and his stomach was a sea
of acid festering on the rotting
husks of swallowed lies
and quarantined pain
objects too sharp to fit into any
puzzle strewn over
carpeted floor they lie in wait
to **** their tithe
Every one a knife
every stab a cruel joke
painting him into the corner
where he belongs.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Sleep did not come
and his stomach was a sea
of acid festering on the rotting
husks of swallowed lies
and quarantined pain
objects too sharp to fit into any
puzzle strewn over
carpeted floor they lie in wait
to **** their tithe
Every one a knife
every stab a cruel joke
painting him into the corner
where he belongs.
I have ruined myself best.
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