Downward Spiral
slow down.
let me lick your frown, taste it's bitter sadness-
delectable.
wonder what you're wondering, what your brain's
currently showering you with, drowning you in,
using&breaching your brim.
"it's takin awhile to get him up.." temperate :
death, resting veins, pebbles for eyes.
deliberately
smothering sane.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2007
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