Jul 22, 2002 02:26
swallowing bullets for breakfast
and dying with a burning smile
cutting across her teeth
circle welts adorning the hands
and a tampered psyche straining
to make sense.
she has broken him in
more than once.
she stands in the balance,
with his heart in one hand
and her suitcase in the other.
she keeps memories tucked away
in a dry place where
unfulfilled dreams are forgotten.
utterings of the boy
i would could die for;
a shimmer of hope
and a spark of faith,
tied together
with his last shred of dignity.
the case currently in session:
AESTHETICS vs. ETHICS
...do you really need me
to tell you who's winning?
(((she was looking for love
in all the right places,
but finding it
in all the wrong people)))