Sad Labels:
acceptance
,
addiction
,
ugly
,
weakness
choices smother us. in the temporary utopia of if. and we are want to drown. all crimped and complicit to the conceit of commitment. and the strays it nutures with its scraps.
she's an hysterical oblivion. rich with neccesity. pale with excess. resolving to more fraction. explicit to dwindling pieces. discarding her skin a touch at a time.
shameless bones lost in a funeral of flesh.
rubber bands and broken pencils her only audience. geniuses and skeptics her dwindling friends. the variants still unresolved. time's bloody knuckles still pounding on the bald trenches between sex and vomit.
she doesn't have a name. still she searches for it.