By Just Some Girl
Date: 13 April 2001
Migraine
Today
Your voice stabs my ears
like drunken leaves,
brittle with hatred.
Only last month, your
mirthful banter snuck into
me as you placed your
carefully groomed face
at my feet.
Yesterday, I was so
busy forgetting where I belonged
and being that someone you wanted...
I missed
all the insouciance
in your fucking.
Always the decay
of human fruit.
Your face sagged
so I hitchhiked to
State College, PA, never
sorry, only sick of
your well spoken words
and poetic frivolities
playing in my head.
The pathos of
grinding to death
a passion, shards in my eyes and mouth...
Remembering how good it felt, but
not being able to make
it feel so good
anymore...
The cold creeps
along, dancing
into my bones as I
settle in for the
theft of what remains.
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