Its sick, I remember it
perfectly.
There was a moment in time when the fear let itself dissolve into my nostrils and her
hands laced in gauze gloves,
injured boxer,
beautiful daughter
and the light gleamed and glistened off of every glass plate,
fractals of xanax bliss flicking themselves on to a filthy rug
and the line thinned itself out,
the lines thickened as it thinned itself out
school busses found themselves in parking lots and
some found themselves sold to private owners and some
drove themselves to our madness.
Sad clown cries tears while he laughs
she gave us our pills for free.
and one morning her daughter awoke,
*third grade called her daughter to wake up early and dress herself for the occasion, as she was only in third grade and couldnt drive,
she went to wake her mother,
and the sad clown dried her tears on the executioners
pillow.
Fell Asleep With Too Many In Her
We spent a few weeks on our knees,
searching filthy rugs for fractals of xanax bliss.
One night I realized what I was doing.
Its sick.
I remember it perfectly.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
Its sick, I remember it
perfectly.
There was a moment in time when the fear let itself dissolve into my nostrils and her
hands laced in gauze gloves,
injured boxer,
beautiful daughter
and the light gleamed and glistened off of every glass plate,
fractals of xanax bliss flicking themselves on to a filthy rug
and the line thinned itself out,
the lines thickened as it thinned itself out
school busses found themselves in parking lots and
some found themselves sold to private owners and some
drove themselves to our madness.
Sad clown cries tears while he laughs
she gave us our pills for free.
and one morning her daughter awoke,
*third grade called her daughter to wake up early and dress herself for the occasion, as she was only in third grade and couldnt drive,
she went to wake her mother,
and the sad clown dried her tears on the executioners
pillow.
Fell Asleep With Too Many In Her
We spent a few weeks on our knees,
searching filthy rugs for fractals of xanax bliss.
One night I realized what I was doing.
Its sick.
I remember it perfectly.
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