belts wrapped around, tightened around the throats of liberals, pigs and abandonments, fathers that left us too young, estranged mothers and sisters, widows and lawyers, brothers and bastards, the filth of fifth street collected into a puddle at the bottom of the hill, inching towards the sewer grates
chains through belt loops, tug harder and watch it dig into this skin, rotten, all amoebas, maggots, bacteria of a resistance, crowded together in a petri dish, so helpless against the solution above, a drop and we'll all drown
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Cyanide Daydreams
Poesíayet another dumb edgy poetry book in which i take heavy inspiration from F. T. Willz
