Thursday, February 12, 2009

Probably Something to do with Drugs and/or Death

brittle pills pass grinding molars. massaged
down esophagus to belly. aurora lights play
on the brain, eyes explode like napalm. fire
running down cheeks in rivulets. lips swell
like snakes in the silence of the moment.
heart beats a little slower. ribs expand
to accept the fluids leaking from a million
tiny holes.

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