MeltdownA Poem by p.kuhl
I should warn you
while it doesn't stab, depression like pneumonia will eventually dissolve its host (there is no pivot point in the strategy). It snows over your blood like insecticide and leaves a film of rotten peaches on the sofa. If left unshoveled, the soft mound is bound to fester and peel like moon-blooming nectar tanks, exposing purple flesh for the night to harvest. Bubble drops will knock your heavy head to bow deep into the cushions, diving for change and lost receipts and soon the whole place reeks of appliances left plugged in. © 2013 p.kuhlReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 18, 2013 Last Updated on September 23, 2013 Authorp.kuhlBloomington, INAboutMy name is Pierce, and I am a 23 year old English major at Indiana University. "How easily I connect to you. You're always everything at once, somehow. You're shy and open, sweet and cold, curious .. more..Writing
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