Lush
the bottle’s décor did not even
embody a “cheap kind of pretty”
but the reflective liquid
from the damp of a dark sun fall
courted my expression with
doting oblivion and
short breathed lies
we do indulge
in a give and take accord-
and I take it,
every morning
with 3 fingers full of aspirin,
that expired twelve weeks ago..
but the pain over-exposés me
subdued,
with my knees
at the skin of teeth
by
SilentWordsposted on 11/03/2009
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