Sunday, January 18, 2015

woman struggles at night,

for God's ache
I remember making it
now I can't speak
put that in
this doesn't mean I'm dead
I think it would wake me more awake
I'd quite like you to shave
would you be cross
I've thought about it
yes please
do you want me to make it
I don't know what you mean
I haven't got anything
I haven't got anything
so you can do your fucking
I haven't got anything
oh dear hot liquid
why is the bed so wet
no you didn't

if I was living on my own
I would have set fire to myself
no, that's it, finished


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