constant
distraction
after
distraction
over and over and over and
fuck.
I can lean against the paintings
bottle in
hand
let my face lean in
and
slide
down
down
the very walls i stare through
the very walls i want to
tear
rip
eat
my fingernails bend backwards and crack with
smooth easiness
i dig in and
pull, baby
pull the shit out
and
stuff it in the mouth
like a perfect nipple
like a dripping skinned peach
chew on the drywall
let the tongue try
to work
the chalky bits out of my
bleeding gums
wash it down with the bourbon.
slow nosebleeds ooze
it’s not even fucking
noon
yet
someone, something
is waiting for me
to pass
like a glimpse
of a beautiful woman
walking past your room
in the hallway
killing all of it
killing all of me
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