"sloptart" poems
Unsatisfied
with an empty feeling brought about me,
I craved a love so irresistible
that I could taste it
on my lips.
After I broke
the threshold
of multiple whiskey on the rocks,
One night,
I got sloptart drunk
and slept with a pizza box.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC