My life is mine
Let it be tragic
I'm feeling fine
Short breath cigarettes
tighten unspoken chest
held secrets. Heart
so frightening
romance fleeting
blockage bursting
white tongue
thirsty for something
ungiven, not forgiven
Head lights burning
headaches blinding
still breathing barely
Goulash and vinegar
hungry but thinner
Than blood. Cudgel
could be safer
in my head
Thoughts like
better off dead
Inert in my bed
Suck anything down
Savagely ravenous
RIP wrists open up Christmas
Gifts from God
Curses on my lips
like cold sores.
I breathe slowly.
Sometimes, I think;
I'm feeling fine
Life is tragic
Let it be mine
