Careening Screams

Traipsing on shards of glass

Singing a sonnet I fashioned

From inside outside my mind

Schemes or dreams who can tell

Tattered with blood and endless

Visions of my own careening screams

Mockery from the shadows on the wall

Laughing like crows on a laundry line

Sweat pouring from the porcelain whore

All made up like a fine white china doll

Another toke and she will be my princess

Two lines and she’ll be so fine I’ll lose my mind

 

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