Monday, February 24, 2014

It Hurt Like You Wanted



There I was 
in a magnificent 
pile of dead dreams, 
broken dogs and old, 
filthy persuasion. 
Jagged on the floor with bottles 
mumbling 
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds 
into the mouths 
of hollow prisons 
that house my wildest 
demons. Then a breath 
held was a breath lost 
and I begged 
for more. 

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