I am your consequence.
I am your pain.
what difference exists
and in Hell?
My mouth has gone dry from licking my wounds
and still they weep the tears my eyes refuse.
dance dance, what a feeling.
spin and sing and live.
It’s easy to find yourself alone for lunch on a Friday
Low carbs and no-carbs turn to the gluten free righteous and tut their tongues at the proposal of bacchanalian lunch break.
She was strung up like garland on the Christmas tree
Arms limp, dangling ornaments so carefully placed Legs that were an afterthought pulling the remaining life away.