He refutes sobriety
like he is scared of the night
and he's scared of my eyes
and my arms
But I too am scared of my eyes and my arms
such that I cannot comprehend
how anyone on this Earth could stare into them
without burning with bile
I am so very vile
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
He refutes sobriety
like he is scared of the night
and he's scared of my eyes
and my arms
But I too am scared of my eyes and my arms
such that I cannot comprehend
how anyone on this Earth could stare into them
without burning with bile
I am so very vile
© Erin Mason 2014
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