out of a hundred
she talks like high
school students, failing
to break for air. brushed
on cheeks. gray blue
light glows on
her face. monotone,
usual, techno-slave.
she sounds like blurred
running zebras
look. Sometimes
you pervert
lost lifestyles,
at least you’re not
just another red
blood cell. you're white
as puss. I can't get
enough.
Words
- Kyle Edward Harris
- "That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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