Sunday, December 13

a night spent with seattle

vomitacious
acid pouring down this throat
can't breath
no breath
funny.... kinda
feeling the little breath there is ... hardly
to these collar bones

lava

Pele resting on this chest
in these ribs
erupting
engaged
slightly enraged
by the waring lies that were waged

vice grips dancing on this brain
burns
clouds laced with that sulfur feeling
in this gut
tasting the dust of an extinguished flame
in the very back
of the back
of this devastated heart

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