i tipped the jar
December nights needed i stay warm?
one too many sugar hits and im sick
or soon to be sorry
maybe one more little lick of blood
will sweeten my stomach thick
and rob my spirits of
a painfull kiss
another one done
and my brain is late
and these lids gain weight
and im in another place
i wake up wet
with a loud ear
oh, an honest photo of my family
slapping my face praying on boundaries
i am in a bathtub with foolish eyes and frozen lips
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