Monday, December 04, 2006

begging without knees

you’re my morning after hell
another taste of addiction
but harder to kick than
the ones shredded like ribbons
into my skin and
you’re right I can hate
the waste of you
dripping down my throat
making me choke
on memories hard
like liquor and smiles
more alive than
the bed you lay in
silently fading

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