You batter me with salt
You soak me in gasoline
The garlic oil stings my gut
You brush my skin with lanoline
You dust me with pepper
You carve me thin as paper
Then you throw the knife away
Denying any mark you’ve made
“Time heals all wounds”
What an iffy phrase to let yourself believe in
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Salt & Batter
Posted by .blushfully. at 11/11/2008 03:27:00 AM
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i know how it feels, girl. sigh.
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