Thursday, February 14, 2013

Wednesday, January 13th

  • Sitting in class
    staring through the
    smart board into
    a world that
    never was.

  • She braces, as the roaring
    airplane and the runway
    are reacquainted once more.

  • Chimichanga in

    Chimichanga out

    You don't want to know what's inbetween.

  • The somber
    sounds of a sleepless
    sorrow.

  • Eyes stitched shut,
    Body lay limp,
    The feeling of self
    Loathing is abundant,
    Taco Bell Hangover.

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