Saturday, 5 January 2013


whiskey sour
morning sickness
means a brittle skull of curiosity.

(she's not been in this deep before)

an active mind 

spites tired bones 
for a lifetime of insomnia.

(the bed feels emptier than ever)

cold sweats
from old regrets  

are her solipsistic nightmare.

(rain reminds her there's a world outside)

sometimes, there's a difference between lonely and alone.

(but only sometimes)

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