1.
Purchase me with that
love-sex-masturbated whores money
that's been eroding in your sweaty palms
and the bruises only last a month or so
They will heal and I will no longer feel
until you come around again

2.
You and your pre-meditated dilapidated wife breath
heating up the back of my neck
and melting away what little spine I have left
Its ok that you still love me
and my bones will heal when your footsteps fade

3.
Its hard to think in this god forsaken place
time creeps like spider legs across my skin
and the biting-itching-stinging-burning
it lasts little more than an eternity
as your fingernails peel away my flesh

07/27/2003

Posted on 07/28/2003
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