roadkill.
01/08/2004 01:21 a.m.
be my dirty tires
and i'll be your roadkill.
together we'll create
a massacre.
i'll be the one left
on the double yellow line
while i am stared at in disgust,
like the ridiculous burden
that i am.

*

our conversations are bland as
dishwater coffee.

*

... because no one will hold my hand, and i don't want anyone to, anyway.
I am currently Bleh
I am listening to silence