pistachio shells
February 8, 2015
pistachio shells
on the ground
dirty litter
all around
fresh fresh rain
in my hair
stiff stiff stench
in the air
watch me
make a fool
with grace
watch the
blood laugh in
my face
sing me songs
of pain and death
give me life
steal my breath
one small roof
overhead
one small word
i am dead
keep me safe
keep me clean
take the stitches
from the seam
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