Poem by Katie, Bryan, and Brooke
A Cold Hearted Bitch with the
Eyes of a Loyal Husky Dying
to Steal my Soul in Columbus, OH
The smell of your neck is like shit and
I hate you. Your voice is like a rambling child
that won't shut the hell up. The touch of your
hand is acid to virgin flesh.
Your neck smells like an overflowing landfill,
birds won;t even feast from. Your voice is like tequila
and I'm too drunk to care. The touch of your hand is rock
like metal bars without an escape.
The touch of your hand is death I never saw it coming.
Your voice is like jagged razors, slicing at open wrists.
Your neck smells like shit and I hate you.
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