ptsd (12/31/2015)

the bitter soapsting
of measuring spiders
eyeing them up
by dinner plates
As if one day I'd be eating next to them
Those jumping wingclippers
of the afterlife

sometimes i wake up crying for no reason

◄ Jack the Chaser (12/30/2015)

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