orgami's Diaryland Diary

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stable

radio plays
battered black stereo
glowing its pitch to
no one in the big
apartment room

snowflakes are hissing
against the glass
the building light
is garish
horridly beautiful
a peice of this old
wretched nightmare
is loose squeaking
and wailing

I cant recall puking
so much my guts
are ripped out
I saw stars
and i fall over
curled around the
toilet satisfied
that my body is giving
up that i dont have
to kneel way up there

i can hear my breathing
echo off the tiled walls
its so cold in here but
i cant feel it
not now

i wish i was laying on the
balcony wish the wind
would comb my hair
the snowflakes would
look like stars
feel like their kisses

i feel like im dead
that they will come looking
when i start to smell
bad

but i wake up at five to
four in the morning
and crawl to the matress
in the bedroom
shove the books out
of the way

the pink dawn is harsh
like a burn
and its like coming back
from a concussion

and i fall asleep laughing
because i dont understand
a fucking thing about
life at that specific moment

11:43 p.m. - 2010-07-21

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