You uploaded your data directly under my skin
Crossed my wires, stored your files
Maybe I did that, I don’t remember; I was too drunk
off of the whiskey-sweat that beads up on your flesh
Tongue acidic and raw
Throat burning
Bile in my stomach churning
just like the taste of your name
and the last two times I’ve placed your hand ‘round my neck
I clasped my fingers ‘round the neck of a bottle
Downed it, drowned in it
Trying to delete your files
I thought I had heaved them up later that night
when I laid my head down upon the trash bin
to admire my spewed and skewed works of art,
but the next morning I found you,
still in my bottle of a heart
DDD
(7/8/2013)
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
You uploaded your data directly under my skin
Crossed my wires, stored your files
Maybe I did that, I don’t remember; I was too drunk
off of the whiskey-sweat that beads up on your flesh
Tongue acidic and raw
Throat burning
Bile in my stomach churning
just like the taste of your name
and the last two times I’ve placed your hand ‘round my neck
I clasped my fingers ‘round the neck of a bottle
Downed it, drowned in it
Trying to delete your files
I thought I had heaved them up later that night
when I laid my head down upon the trash bin
to admire my spewed and skewed works of art,
but the next morning I found you,
still in my bottle of a heart
DDD
(7/8/2013)
