cynicism - is the word too rotten.
dry bricks catching on my tongue and -
"that's my girl,
you just swallow and it'll make you all better"-
till my sickle heart beats a slice through the stack of drywall.
Slices up my tongue and crawls out onto my chin.
You're so quiet -
quite uncomfortable at the sight of bloody, skinny cynicism.
nov 10, 2005
dirty, skinny cynicism
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