just short of six.
brick by brick.
transfixed and intermixed
with her
bag of tricks.
what she can’t forget
she cold sweats away.
she plays russian roulette with
old cassettes bringing back
memories for kicks.
shits and giggles.
licked away by
twenty-something years time,
and not a second too late.
or too soon.
and it clicks in her head that
sickness comes in many forms.
adorn by some,
and conflict of others.
sticks and stones,
but now she gets
the weakness shown.
it’s nothing a bottle of bourbon
and a pack of cigarettes
won’t fix.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
just short of six.
brick by brick.
transfixed and intermixed
with her
bag of tricks.
what she can’t forget
she cold sweats away.
she plays russian roulette with
old cassettes bringing back
memories for kicks.
shits and giggles.
licked away by
twenty-something years time,
and not a second too late.
or too soon.
and it clicks in her head that
sickness comes in many forms.
adorn by some,
and conflict of others.
sticks and stones,
but now she gets
the weakness shown.
it’s nothing a bottle of bourbon
and a pack of cigarettes
won’t fix.
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