Montag, 23. März 2009

Tortured

... and I was like 13
and it was a Sunday
morning I think

.... and
I think both my
parents were still
asleep

I remember


... I was gonna play
sick so I wouldn't
have to go to church
that day

(don't stop)
(don't stop)

and I turned over
and there he was

(my beloved)
(my beloved)

holding a pillow
he smelled of sweat & regret

and he said ....

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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