what might i do with today? shiver for the cold
deprive myself of sleep, of love, of grins
(only for the mirror, now, dears)
burrow deep down and sip my tea in
moist earth, swallow a coffin whole
because i'm going to eat my words one day
who knows what i'll digest
god, i don't
i don't know
1 comment:
upon rereading this i am reminded of alkaline trio. probably the stuff about graveyards.
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