Poisoned Pen Letters

Bare backs show no tracks

                As it’s all in the arms

                                    Baggy bottoms and tight tops

                                                      Velveteen gloves and anklet charms

‘Self- imposed -paper-cut

Write about what u feel,

Upon what is best to feel… ‘kay?

Tho’ meaning  ain’t enough

When you’re all topsy turvy 

The ache of nostalgia brings you closer

To being undercover’

no music or


to chew on



but not


my noose




brings on

the latest trends

in fortitude

as they reap the rewards

of recompense

A makes me sick

B keeps me quiet

C all the above

D’s left in the wild

E is for easy elegance

F for forgiveness

G says no God Damn Way

H won’t let me out

I have nothing left to say


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