MorningA Chapter by TkessThe morning finally rises to meet us And rip us from the night Like an aborted fetus Bloody and silent Nothing left to say Just stagger to the safety Of our sanctuary We run on coffee and liquor We run like the color from the night As she beckons like a two dollar w***e Sucking off her last cigarette © 2011 Tkess |
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Added on October 18, 2011 Last Updated on October 18, 2011 Author
TkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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