2003-09-10
little thing to kill
dry sobs that get caught in tight throats
everything slipping through fingers
grasping for something just to hold on to
for just a brief second
cigarettes blacken lungs and make it harder to breathe
angry choking music blares from small speakers in corners of bedrooms where the world slips away
the little girl is back on her tablets again
the walls are closing in and she's getting sicker
that little thing to kill is tearing at my brain again* bush
thissidedown at 10:59 a.m.