Thursday 6/28/2012 01:08:00 AM

eyes like bottle caps. scrape the surrender. tipping moons spill. Her expression parenthetical. like too many sleeping pills.

pencil marks on the cosmos. piss in the time machine. The world in puzzle pieces No edges. All middle.

life doesn't happen. it suffocates us. in stabs of pleasure that create more wounds.

Her body is a mosaic. Broken shards thrust into beauty. Her wrists are open. Urgent with reality. Dying is the only way to live.

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