Barbwire Rain

A Poem by Snoot

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It's cold, almost ready to snow, but the ground is soaked with the previous day's rain. Stale
cigarette smoke rolls over my tongue and I feel… as disgusting as the day around me. No
sleep, body drained from the bliss turned toxin I put into my veins the night before trying to
retaliate against the demons wrought by trauma and a cage whose bars are ground up
apologies cemented together by, "I promise."
For it is late nights and tequila shots who keep me sane or so I say, but really in tandem they
drain my brain of all composure and appearance of sanity. Increase my vanity while destroying
my family. The gravity of insanity making my rights wrong and my wrongs disastrous calamity,
bringing my reality down and clipping my wings, feeling like a toy in the lost and found, while my
head goes pound, pound, pound, just a jack in a box, a hysterical clown.
Screwing around while it fades to blackness. This disease is a f*****g actress. Next scene.
Beautiful, just like a dream, I attain relief as she takes me beneath her silky sheets and makes
me hers and hers I will be you best believe. My everything is her pedestal and carry her I will.
Disgustingly disastrous upon this mattress of shackles and syringes; allow me this vengeance of
self, to that she will submit, whispering to me to take one last hit.
The scene is over, there's no tomorrow. Just family sorrow and wishes for yesterday. It's only
May, but feels like winter. Cold and void and white like bone. I lay in ground, brittle and alone.
For with my heart is worm and roach and with my lungs just dirt, not art. Breathless and alone, I
find my peace. This is it, I'm dead I suppo