k i d s.g o n e.b a d

3.19.2008

jake is here.
he doesn't help but make me feel worthless.
my faith in people deflates.

at 7:37 PM

slip down our throats

you'll find these grimaces.

teeth grinding around

in stomachs

with needles

and sugar and quarters.

dancing against wires

bundled together as veins.

that scowl of fruit-silk

and light bulbs

with bugs inside.

all these things

you couldn't

swallow.