Road-trip
I got inside the carThe windows plastered with yellowed Jesus stickersScreaming Christ's belated words to whomever cared enough to listen.I sank into the leather seats,The beautimus scent of scorching dead cowInvading my lungs like a cancer.I stuck to that cowBeing devoured by her stench,And wondered if God could see us here together now,Two once-living beings rotting slowlyWithin the gaze of his ever-amused irisesWhat word can I use instead of irises? Written September 4th, 2001 © on Sep 04 2001 03:02 PM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 1
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"I got inside the carThe windows plastered with yellowed Jesus stickersScreaming Christ's belated words to whomever cared enough to listen.I sank into the leather seats,The beautimus scent of scorching dead cowInvading my lungs like a cancer.I stuck to that cowBeing devoured by her stench,And wondered if God could see us here together now,Two once-living beings rotting slowlyWithin the gaze of his ever-amused irisesWhat word can I use instead of irises?..."