by Kloulessblond

Created on: September 28, 2008

sewer pipe for putrid lies
bones for crooked teeth to crunch on
second best
often less

she reads
words not known of yet
saturday nights
silent heart
pure despite teethmarks
she never done one man wrong
even those deserving of her lowest
all that love never hit the right bullseye

careless ones someday it may implode your insides
realizing finally what was lost
splatter abstract circles across the wall

maybe there's a god
karma
something
and she'll still hear it from far off
look up from the next page
wonder
is that thunder
then forget

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