Monday, February 3, 2014

HOW TO DIVORCE EVERY FUCKING THING

junk is all i kept.

The things that separate me from the dreams of yesterday.


Savage ruthless cut
no sterility in mind.


Leaving wounds that fester and rot.
    I rub it in.
Every waking hour inflammation progresses.

    Nurse,
    we'll have to amputate that

    unattended,
    god forbid,
    it might get better.
Fire purifies all.

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