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 Sep 2017 Michaela
A B Perales
I love it all
I can't get enough.

Inside some street dealers sweaty palm.
Wrapped in a tiny balloon stashed between some nameless guys missing teeth and rotting gums.

My prize and maybe my death patiently awaits me.

You can't substitute one for another.
I need more damage and I want pain free consequences that I won't remember.

If it doesn't hurt I can't use it.
If there's a price to pay I'll pay it tomorrow.
Just give me what I came for.

I pass my days with Wine and cigarettes.
Use the  least amount of conversation as possible.

I've used all the Drugs I need something  new.
She chased her pills with Beer and only cursed after *****.

Some come here seeking wealth and fame.
'We were all born here never got nothing else from it but pain .

Pawn shops and cheap motels line the street like  the girls along   Century Blvd.
Mansions and Asian gardeners, middle eastern kids with family money and Mc Donalds straws.

Sunsets end my days.
I'm only alive once the Moon takes control .

I dug a hole for you and my memories.
My hopes are too stubborn to die.
My dreams all turned to memories and there's a hole full of those already.
 Sep 2017 Michaela
glass can
Thick
 Sep 2017 Michaela
glass can
Velvet pants that force hands up
bitten necks allow repairing enzymes supreme;
hard hips felt under broken nails
while twisting ******* never felt so serene.
 Sep 2017 Michaela
Vinnie Brown
The heart has died a time or two
Yet, the courage still remains
A new narrative
A fiction rooted in truths
In a world in flames
With a villain called Love
As the story goes
The sun loved the moon
As the waves kiss the shore
And the hero is death
Pitted to lose
For love and life are but the great devils
Descended the gods from the heavens
For in our back story we were lovers
Chasing inspiration
Weaving the old into the new
Treating the pestilence
With simple kisses
Consumed by hope
Seeing something that isn't there
Careful not to bite
We don't forget, what is always there
And sometimes it's so unreal
There will always be some mornings that we will forget where we are and we'll reach for one another across the endless scapes of the mattress we call home

— The End —