- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Chain I Slave
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I fell really ill today
Found a trash bin and threw up.
The doctor said that's to be expected diminishing day by day
Within my system as I struggle to be clean
Of the chains I’m bound.
My family calls but I still ignore.
I realize that it’s all on me to be grown up.
Can hear my momma saying that, despite it all, open door will remain
For the prodigal son who has continually
Stolen from her home.
Got caught in a pouring rain.
I sought shelter under tree until the storm let up.
Used needles all around bark that I’m duly trained like Pavlov's dogs.
Falling drops from the leaves pelt my head burning acid,
A tripped brain screams: VEINS! FEED! NOW!
I felt really ill today.
Looked for a trash bin to throw up.
I made a promise to myself to lift my feet and raise my head.
You know, sometimes snow taints the skies of May
And lusts go hard laying down.
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