Spin the death throe, baby. lash naked while you can. raw hand and frothing mouth at the mirror screaming guilt for the age you pissed away in dime store nicks and cum stains. sheets you keep as memories of faces you could fuck back when there was something of you to show before the ghost.
Frozen meat for crass young lovers to ride.
But now your bones bare through that swollen belly. those scars don't carry the same storied weight. there's nothing there but smiling concrete. shaved short cinderblocks as monuments to the names beneath your feet.
But hold fast, diamond.
No one ever dies so easy.
Ratbite.mp3
7.27.2007
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