My Former other Half
Sunday afternoon, she already chokes on an acid dream. Would you like to run away with me? Would you like to run away? Her repetition makes me laugh as she holds tight to her mug of coffee like a favorite childhood toy. She says you've gotta pay to play. Would you like to come outside with me? Would you like to come outside? She questions of the motives of every waitress and their constant supply of apple pie. She questions every drink and drug before they all slide down her throat. She is the epiphany of Insobriety. Would you like to have a Coke with me? Would you like to have a Coke? She is my source of inspiration on a Sunday afternoon; My epiphany of Insobriety, My dying set of Veins. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 06:12 AM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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