I curse
my weak as fuck
memory it fails me
and I dont remember the sensation no
recollection mention
my weak as fuck memory
always failing me
I curse
my weak as fuck
memory it fails me
and I dont remember the sensation no
recollection mention
my weak as fuck memory
always failing me
I smoked before and after,
the heavy hands.
the not quite relaxed enough front seat finger fuck.
But the words…
the words…
Who’s pussy is that?
Daddy’s pussy.
surrender.
surrender
tender.
three sixty to the real red.
more the years,
more the tears.
you are going to remember this day,
and who gave it to you.
yes, I do.
Look at me pretending
like this isn’t the worst
in a long time yea you know
all these unfortunate little bad things
bringing me to me knees
maybe I will try to shut
up when this happens but it won’t
matter anyway because everyone is on to me and knows I’m shit I’m gloomy I’m overreacting.
Good thing I continuously involve people in my life.
Good thing I have kids.
Good thing I have twitter and blogs.
Shut up cry baby.
No one does chemicals like you.
beetle bouncing
noise on the ceiling
my head itches
being mom is hard
Drunken wheelchair
you didn’t fail yourself
your dreams aren’t tipped
like dented metal consequences.
bless this three
sided corner where
the moss grows down.
A stream of blood banged.
If you have enough people
willing to die for your heart
you are a god
sprouting green haired angels.
just your
post poetry
jam girl
sometimes
the title is
the real poetry
(no surface beneath)
tart cozen
(rather blind)
and Beguiling Limes.
how can
I write when you
are fucking sucking me
empty and dry and broken and
this’s it
Conquering my world one glass of wine at a time
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