rose in whiskeyA Poem by kitty blurthis is me coping w losing a friend because we did drugs in his basement.
no one will say anything abt it
so now i'm looking into chromotherapy or different ways to wash my brain of all those rosy and interesting chemicals that we licked off of each others' fickle fingers because on that night or one prior i'm pretty sure that u planted a chip into my neck (like ramona flowers) when u choked me and i think i'm feeling bitter now due to the fractals and false facts lodged (relatively deep) under my fingernails from trying to scratch it out but by now, you've got yr own smile whatever that means i can't hear u say those three words: the "i'm so sorry" or the "not yr fault" because then i might consider forgiving u and possibly even embracing u w open arms when we inevitably get star-crossed at the next rave and cross paths (like Fate at its Finest) near the water fountain i hope yr happy now because that's what i'm supposed to say it's "funny" how 3.5 years can be discounted by one molly-induced handjob i wonder how easy it could be to drop u like a metaphor, too i'm trying my best to cope and somehow my resolution is to move to washington maybe it's a way to run away from all of my issues but maybe it's just a way of convincing myself that u nvr existed, anyway u were just a grotesquely intimate daydream which now clings to my skin like a stubborn shadow yr basically a rose floating in a glass of whiskey that i keep trying to pick up w/o it causing it to fall apart too bad that u suck at keeping yrself together maybe she'll encourage u to fix that by sniffing glue again it's okay - i'm watching cigarettes burn like mini solar eclipses at least it's something that i have control over
© 2016 kitty blurAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorkitty blurCAAbouti could be a symphony or an angel or a blade of grass i don't like using punctuation because i feel like if my brain was it's own person with its own keyboard and its own agenda, it wouldn't worry .. more..Writing
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