Friday, December 23, 2016

BENT SKIN

sugar in my mouth 
i close my eyes
red

crumbled paper in my fist

note reads: DATURA METEL

the devils trumpet blooms in my room 

i inhale in it's honeyed breath
i stare at the ceiling 

i push my tongue against my cheeks

sugar in my mouth
until morning
is this desire?

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