Thursday, January 24, 2008


cocaine's fine lines are a nice breakfeast
and crystal meth burns my nose
my tainted curtains are blinded by
the darkness i feed them
because no cunting sun will ever read my lips
and death's breath is a warm feeling
though my feet are cold
and my nipples broken, like the moon tonight
it is so fucking orgasmic,
life's clawing greed and death's final need

by Amanda Boschetto

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