Have you felt a loss?
A blow to blow stiff, stale, wretched loss?
A loss so immense that a snake named, “Thought” wraps around the soft tissue of the brain hissing, moaning, squeezing.
Heaven seems far away.
You would rather fuck Hell in the ass.
That kind of penetrating pain that lingers deep within the soul that once was pure and filled with white cotton.
Vulture swoops down lower, lower upon your being. Your neighbors begin to question who is the scavenger.
Loss… that flosses the chunks of sanity you have remaining.
Pick up the tar from her left over tire tracks, and wrap it into a tightly wound spliff.
That is the kind of loss I am talking about.
1/5/2012
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