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I open my package of
oatmeal raisin, chocolate chips cookies
I scraped away the sun dried devils
and devoured the chocolate chips of course
but something felt funny, so I forced
my finger down my throat and puked
up my lunch, the yellow,green concoction
contradicted the lead filled little bites of death
and I also spit up some blood as well
stomach pains and heart palpitations
were my best friends for the next 3 months
reminding me that if I ever buy cookies
online again make sure the package
doesn't say "from Russia with love..."
How could I love her
if I could never love myself...
Her body was motionless
and her face was supple and sweet
she was warm and tender

Sleep.....

My lips, close, yet not quite touching
a whisper, my hand softly embracing her body
her hands and mine....

Sleep... a soft embrace....
She took a bottle of whiskey
and began to chug it
the whiskey turned to water
smooth to the throat, tasteless
reaching for the cigarette lighter
in her back pocket and grabbing the cigarettes
from the table, a single puff.....

She took a plate, a fork, and a knife
from the kitchen and inside her freezer
was a microwaveable dinner,
she stumbled to the living room

The TV was static,  
muffled cries from the screen    
the meal was crunchy, hardly chewy
a single bite....

The radio was static
yet audible, one station, love songs
mascara tubes, empty, lipstick, dry
and face, bare....

Toothpaste, crusty and soap, dry
brown water and bare skin
tender flesh and wool rag

Tattered clothes, black lips
empty chamber, a pistol
cigarette, a single puff
Her lips caressed razors
and blood was her lipstick
Our minds were fuzzy
stomachs filled with butterflies
lips touching, and hearts set on fire
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