Oct 2018
heartache
for the blood smeared
cue ball.
the announcer
singles me out,
knowing my middle name
[rhymes with decay].
and any day now
i will win something.
the announcer laughs;
says my body
is the dumbest corpse
he's ever seen.
for the blood smeared
cue ball.
the announcer
singles me out,
knowing my middle name
[rhymes with decay].
and any day now
i will win something.
the announcer laughs;
says my body
is the dumbest corpse
he's ever seen.
(31/F/Michigan)
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