Headache of a girl
stepping on sobbing floorboards,
rusty pipes and lonely nights.
I start my own fires,
tend to sweat out kerosene.
Rinse myself with ***** water
dripping from cracks above.
Break open a window-
smoggy air love, right hand slug.
You’re still sound asleep,
yet I stand in the city
interrupted by sirens
and memories of you.
What a pity.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
Headache of a girl
stepping on sobbing floorboards,
rusty pipes and lonely nights.
I start my own fires,
tend to sweat out kerosene.
Rinse myself with ***** water
dripping from cracks above.
Break open a window-
smoggy air love, right hand slug.
You’re still sound asleep,
yet I stand in the city
interrupted by sirens
and memories of you.
What a pity.
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