No did I choke
I smoke
I wrote
That the burning
And the churning
That I hoped
Would help me cope
I gave in
To the forbidden
I have sinned
Could I been
To the fool
Who did drool?
On the spin
Still did win
Never died
On the outside
But murdered
After there
No one shared
All that she bared
In her stomach
In her flesh
Didn’t mesh
Every progress
That did match
Oh and slash
Every mercy
Every courtesy
I am guilty
I am fitly
For in this
Which I confess
It’s just not fair
That I don’t care
Abby Wesson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-another-one-of-those-fucking-ways-to-hold-o/
