I am dealing with it

Pain has a sweet odor about it
I think of that moment
that pang
and I taste saccharine
like a fake sick
sweet

My heart, my chest really
a bruise forming
sick
thumping, slowly
beating pumping
holy shit it hurts

Someone pass me
another round of rum 

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  1. Erna

    I don’t know what hurts but here’s rum and a virtual hug.

    *hug*

    Aug 16, 2008 @ 2:32 am

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