Black Water


I would say I hate you but I hate me more I drained the bath water then dove headfirst into remiss or a longing that’s called a nightmare , the abyss I siphoned the filth out of my weeping lungs and choked on my bitter tongue With that violent chasm I sputtered half dead and drowned the last little bit of sad the proverbial baby and all jazz out with the dirty wash I thought you ‘d go but then I heard you snoring  or wheezing or maybe reeling as I rolled over and smothered that thought of missing your lips … Continue reading Black Water