at 4am,
I awake to a throat full of sand
and tears,
and it's becoming increasingly more difficult
to just lay there beside you;


I won't fling insults your way,
but I will open my mouth and kiss your lips
in hopes this mud will seep
back into your throat.



12/19/2008
Author's Note: fuck you

Posted on 12/20/2008
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/20/08 at 02:06 PM
Sounds like they deserve it. I think this is the best of the December series so far. Sharp, vicious work.