First of all, how dare
you tell me what to do
Secondly, you squeezed….
Blood
butterflies stampeding through veins
if you listen, you can hear….
one plus one is blood
and one minus one is…
pounding of my heart
amplifies the breath
in my nose,
surely all the neighborhood…
I’ve bled out
almost two
hundred times
yeah,
looking back,
it wasn’t pretty…
muscles are twitchy,
blood pumps uncomfortably
through veins,
feeding the twitches…
I am cold
inside and out
the blood muscle
is a rock…
Kinetic means sand
sliding in and out of the jar
Kinetic means stirring the milk
so it doesn’t burn…
I’ve never really understood the phrase, because logically, that’s not what someone is really after, wouldn’t it make […]
Pick up these hearts
and put ’em in it
Two questions:
1) Put ’em in what?
laundry baskets?
oil drums?
dumpsters?…
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