My silver bullet.
I want to climb out of my skin,
Leave this sick behind.
Silver Spoon(ie)
14 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
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Painkiller Poetry
09 Jul 2013 2 Comments
When the cows attack the kidneys turn to stone
Such milky sweet addiction petrifies me
Like the wife of Lot, I cannot help but turn back and look
But now I’m just a pillar of salt, a pillar of pain
When the cows attack the kidneys turn to stone.
(Note: it’s been a long night… Also: hospitals are like airports for sad people).
