Monday, January 4, 2010


I choke on your exhaust
and the words that drip,
slick like oil,
from your tongue.
Your eyes are smudged
and glassed over,
incapable of the tears
that could cleanse the hurt away.
I don’t believe blood runs
through your veins anymore
just a cold, black sludge
that houses all the deceit you sold.
The excuses, the lies, the hollow I love you’s…
I bought and swallowed it whole.
to the biggest sucker…

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