Losing my marbles, melting eyes
Burn like a candle, wax skin
Losing air and inflating simultaneously
Everything so very paper thin
Heart dying, why is it dying?
I'm not here, I'm not near
No noise and screeching dreams
How long till the vision clears?
...
(All over
All over the porch in fact
It's everywhere, Jesus fucking Christ
God why, shit.)
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The 2 A.M Writer (
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Comments1
Intriguing, but I left with the question, what's all over the porch? Blood? Vomit? Sex slime?... Soup?
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