drip.
Was it worth it?
drip.
Was it better?
drip.
Are you whole again? Are you happy?
drip. drip. drip.
From the hole, from your shot, the ground drinks me dry.
drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip.
Maybe this will silence the furies that keep you up at night.
drip. drip. drip. drip. drip. drip.
Or maybe now you will never escape them.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
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