wheres my honeymoon

wheres my honeymoon

A Poem by Ashley H

walkin round
a couple of husks filled to the bottom
with bed bugs and theyre gaining
on us
with touch and go hums and
strums they germinate
faster than you can say
"im bored" and without warning or
warming up this lunch
break is finally crowded and god
i think i hate the sound of that

© 2012 Ashley H


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Added on February 4, 2012
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