shove it all in
fries, cookies, noodles
open your gullet
pour it down
vodka, beer, whiskey
legs splayed
cocks, tongues, fingers
suck it up
drag on the cigarette
anything to fill the void
the bottomless pit
it’s neverending
scream into the crevasse
and screams echo back
and still
I persevere
I am the abyss
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
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This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Oooooo….sooo feel this one, my FBG-sister, Gawd, do I ever. I wrote a poem once called “Addiction” and it was similar to this work (in the essence of it), but yours is muuuuch better. Sigh…a million sighs….I love you.
Thanks so much Lizzy! I hope some day soon that I find something which really fills my soul. 🙂