They throw us to the wolves before we even gasp Our first breath. Carnage straight from the womb a feast of supple fat They use honey to suckle on our pride well, my Dear, this bosom has been milked dry.
a secret meeting gone awry a supposed cold room turned to a boil she was filled to the brim with bile
To crack open. Like the smile of an addict
Not sure if it was a dream or reality, self-distorted.
Like the smile of an addict browning since puberty yellowed by the wear Of service as an accessory,
Months ago I spilled coffee down the side of my car
I hate the sound of my voice. Those inaudible contractions, anchored in the wet depth The fracture of bone.