Yesterday’s Gone
by Chinaskified
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-03-16 07:42:00
As I awake here
I wonder how I ended up there
That hot stove burned and burned
The sweat beads up on my face like miniature fucking boils
They Corrupt me
I cry myself to sleep only twice a year
Death rolls in
Love rolls out
A goddamned bowl full of bread can’t be found
Soaked in blood and water
What words prop themselves against my soul?
How did I sacrifice myself so simply?
Are those screams that of a raped virgin
or a lonely 40 year old woman?
I gotta take a piss