My fingers go bloody to the brim,
and leave behind crusted cavities from skin gone bad.
That bird shitting on me
wasnt good luck.
I've grown plump from the things I tried to lose,
and my bones have become fragile from lack of attention and love.
Everything goes bad when you bite it long enough.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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