Misery
She woke up in the morning...
her lips were chapped and her breasts have wrinkled
A bright yellow blob was buzzing over her head....
It wasn’t the sun.. to ripen her maze..
it was a little locust to suck its juice
Sigh.. another year of eating from the white sacks with blue labels..
given with much luv after caresses and cuddling
well... its always like that
perpetual misery.......
She woke up in the morning...
with her eye ends burning...
too much staring into the 17"
cvs* they say,,, and do the 20-20-20 the doc said
huh.... another day.... a few more blank hours....
of mindless tap tapping and click clicking
some of her muscle fibres were audibly twisting..
aaah the mild pain...and the emptiness
well... its always like that
perpetual misery.......
She was jarred awake..
the pain panging at her pelvic
oh the darn toe has twisted ..... again...
run for the salt..... grab the balm...
urgh..... she gives one disgusted look at the bulge that was throttling her breath...
if only she could turn back that moment.......
aargh... he is snoring away
well... its always like that
perpetual misery.......
She woke up this morning..
with a dislocated re-bonded hair strand logged in her mouth
she caught her pyjamas as they threatened to root down...
sliding over her inwardly caved belly with distinct traces of her intestines...
she had a cold...
but couldn’t blow her nose
cos the nose piercing was still too raw
she carefully removed the dolphin stud..
a tiny snot bubble escaped the new found hole...
stop.. wait.. another pimple.
well... its always like that
perpetual misery.......
posted by dewdrop @ 7:22 pm
6 Comments:
nice.., the recurring theme of body fluids and medication has a pervy appeal when you're just up from a two day bout of flu.
Awesome post... :)
He woke up in the morning...
His lips were chapped and his skin all blistered
A bright yellow blob was burning over his head...
Yes it was the sun... coming up in the east
Coming up with the promise of a glorious day ahead
Yay! another year of running around in the sand
Breakfast and lunch half eaten from yesterday
well... its always like that
perpetual bliss...
He woke up in the morning...
With his eye ends burning...
Too much driving on his new Harley
Dangerous they say, living on the edge
huh... another day... a few more pumped hours
of hyped up road tripping and club hopping
some of his muscle fibres were audibly twisting
aaah the sweet pain... and the fulfillment
well... its always like that
perpetual bliss...
Never forget that the cup is half full...
He who reads everything she does, he who wants to make all the pain go away, and he who wants to get close, but is scared to do so, he who loves her, and he who lives everyday knowing that he cannot get any closer.
Looks like someone's got an admirer...
why does 'he' feel he cannot become close to her?
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