i am the ******* puddle
sired by a spilled drink-
a brackish mix of
anxiety and ineptitude.
last night looms in the morning eclipse,
regret stews a visceral broth;
vengeful, my gut reminds me
nausea is the world's truest thing.
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC
i am the ******* puddle
sired by a spilled drink-
a brackish mix of
anxiety and ineptitude.
last night looms in the morning eclipse,
regret stews a visceral broth;
vengeful, my gut reminds me
nausea is the world's truest thing.
