December 4, 2017

And You 

We took the arm  

down off the shelf,  

softly creeping 

everyone the fuck out.  

It was holding  

a pack of cigarettes, still.  

Cloves, and that’s not even the most disturbing thing.  

Last night, I dreamt about her 

and her and him...

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