an ode to the bittersweet;
words better left unsaid.
ill turn it over and over again in my head,
until my head spins.
its insectile gnashing;
biting, munching, tearing, crunching...
...piercing.
it leaves a tender bruise.
a purple flower curled flesh-tone yellow,
i can feel it, it feels swollen.
an engorged parasite, belly full, and drunk.
a klusterfuck of 'ifs' and also 'buts'
because, as...
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Congratulationes on being able to finally get wasted legally.
Take care and have a great day.