Lurid Dream

Drunk and powerless,
My past creeps on the come up

Like shots of intoxicating metaphors.

Straight to slow down my smilies,

But speed up the flow to my heart.

My lies in bed button up the fastened zipper

Of throbbing anxieties of an adulterous past.

Corroded milk to the auditorium wants to show up,

Stank, agonizing, and unmatched,

My thoughts were pawned,

You went to shop and guess who’s back…


2 thoughts on “Lurid Dream

  1. phisher says:

    You have tested it and writing form your personal experience or you find some information online?

  2. igbejerk says:

    You have really great taste on catch article titles, even when you are not interested in this topic you push to read it

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