Die-late by Karen MichelleStraight edge against
tired body and
crumpled sheets;
bones never ached
like these before
nor muscles contracted
as mine do now.
It's just the
beginning of
another disappointment,
breakdown of structure
and mental incapacity.
I drank other words
to fill myself with
something besides
sickness and self-loathing,
but the blank remains
and i only want to
sink into your silence
01/22/2004 Author's Note: An old one.
Posted on 01/21/2004 Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle
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