« ripper | Main | accidentals »
Saturday
Sep252010

groundless fear

waking up to a cold, dark room
with one lost soul to breathe on
writing off those last three pills
we yell and scream like saxons

heavy breathing
cold touching
endless erratics
empty lusting

Reader Comments

There are no comments for this journal entry. To create a new comment, use the form below.

PostPost a New Comment

Enter your information below to add a new comment.

My response is on my own website »
Author Email (optional):
Author URL (optional):
Post:
 
Some HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>