NOBODY LEAVES WITHOUT SINGING THE BLUES.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Choke
Butcher's bridemeat fitting slickly around your hand.
Sewer rats and their unborn pups dripping from your hair.
Concrete like a homeless animal sniffing at your legs.
And a queen bee's birth canal expanding inside you.
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