Worse Than Any Disease
|| 2 feet from the mud
on 6 inch heels breathing
difficult words while screaming
it's all for real
like kissing touching
the weeping burning sun
hugging frail entrails
--while shivering like
bleeding soldiers and
we're all within a living
hell /together my billion
soul brothers and sisters\
there are some remedies
worse than any disease
my withering hands hold
your face as i offer
an invitation for
memory loss ;
you receive ||
:: 07/30/2017 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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