cigar strokes stinging mid-car ride down the hill of the highway
reminds me all too much
of the slow hum of a dimmed light hanging about a smoke covered sink
"im still humiliated"
she sinks into the kitchen floor
one hand over her ribcage
and the other over god-knows-what means the world to her today
i am waiting for an explication
to the wary few days
sitting over a body can only get you so far
when her mind is millions of miles away
some place happier, i hope
because the noose she tied
is too small for her neck
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
cigar strokes stinging mid-car ride down the hill of the highway
reminds me all too much
of the slow hum of a dimmed light hanging about a smoke covered sink
"im still humiliated"
she sinks into the kitchen floor
one hand over her ribcage
and the other over god-knows-what means the world to her today
i am waiting for an explication
to the wary few days
sitting over a body can only get you so far
when her mind is millions of miles away
some place happier, i hope
because the noose she tied
is too small for her neck
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