Nothing could erase it, there was no high.
All those voices worm through
And wiggle and squirm into you.
RED blood seemed to gush, yet the grass grew,
Haaa, But we never seemed to lose the love of the rack and the screw.
You feel the WHITE prickly thorns through your raggedly ass boots; your mind closes,
You are sinking into everyone's bloody damn roses.
Threaded together head to neck, neck to body, by your old Elmers Kindergarten glue,
Never in my world again will I see true color, everything seems to have a tint of BLUE.

Kimberly Raye Northcutt
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