Spiritual poetry

That Slow Suicide

That slow suicide reached out to my throat grasping for paper straws that exquisite taste clanking lipstick stained tall stemmed glasses filled with cheap booze killing liver wine tossed into the burning wood fireplace steel grate upended crashing inside those poisonous relationships addicted to empty penniless hearts rock star aspirations never making those zillions we promised ourselves… Continue reading That Slow Suicide

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