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

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