by April Fox

Created on: October 28, 2008

i have kissed the palm of death, devoured its madness, reached down into its guts and yanked out everything vile the years had digested

sorted through empty pill bottles, counting what wasn't there, bled ashy onto the dirty floor

pulled my face close and breathed in every wasted stinking second, begged it down into my lungs and held it there, force of habit

and when i breathed out again it stayed with me and laughed at me

refused to let go, wound its gnarly fingers into all my smiling crevices

held the tires firm to the road, bred in me a fear of heights and falling

of pain

whatever god there was up there was laughing at me as he said

even at this, i will make you fail.

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