By Blessed23
Date: 2014 Oct 22
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The Picture

We move from house to house,
City to city
Searching for something unknown

And there's a picture of you
In my drawer
Beneath a sweater
That I haven't used in months
But it tries to look out
With its eyes.
I shall not have you
Be of me
I will vomit up
And give birth
Every last bit
Of you
From me.

and so it is
that we move
On and on and on and on.