A little blood, and then nothing.
Waited. But there were no cramps,
no sweats.
No shrimp-like cell cluster.
She recalled the dates of
this downfall: Of a
**** no law’d recognise.
Bus drivers’ strike.
Consultation with a grumpy-old-doctor-man.
"... you’re probably too late.
Try an Aspirin between your knees next time…”
This is how she told her love to me. Measured against in-spite-of,
not by because.
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
A little blood, and then nothing.
Waited. But there were no cramps,
no sweats.
No shrimp-like cell cluster.
She recalled the dates of
this downfall: Of a
**** no law’d recognise.
Bus drivers’ strike.
Consultation with a grumpy-old-doctor-man.
"... you’re probably too late.
Try an Aspirin between your knees next time…”
This is how she told her love to me. Measured against in-spite-of,
not by because.
