Friday, February 12, 2010
hands clasped so tightly gnarled knuckles indistinguishable from calloused fingertips / a pouch cut into pale side houses sleeping kittens peeking out when the coast seems clear / slipping each other sleeping pills / dreams marry creating horrific beautiful scenes of love and loss / rotted candied breath blown slow and shallow against once blood soaked pillow / movies unwatched / food forced down tight throats / never being able to express pleasures so fulfilling / bodies stitched together
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