Tuesday, October 18, 2011

A Crushed Affair From The Rectum Up

Move far far away from where the bodies once stood, now lay barren, in a field across the sand, shattering wine glasses and that little pig’s hand. What mercy was shown, I never knew, I never saw. At the sound of the one hour bell, a voice so diabetic told me she would kill just to grasp my lungs. What a trendy bag she was carrying, it was called “emotional baggage.”

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