05-01-2013, 06:01 PM
I'm giving myself 14 minutes to jot this down
because my hands are wrecked and
I'm butt-hurt over the shittiness that is my canvas spread.
I lost my kneaded eraser to a fight with memory--
It's probably stuck in some crevice... a blanket the same hue
But I shook it out over my head with malice
I felt like Willem Dafoe in another Duffy film;
STARK FUCKING MAD.
Even the inanimate have more sense than me,
crawling into bed before dawn.
All I want?
To dig my canines
into a slab of your juiciest meat.
because my hands are wrecked and
I'm butt-hurt over the shittiness that is my canvas spread.
I lost my kneaded eraser to a fight with memory--
It's probably stuck in some crevice... a blanket the same hue
But I shook it out over my head with malice
I felt like Willem Dafoe in another Duffy film;
STARK FUCKING MAD.
Even the inanimate have more sense than me,
crawling into bed before dawn.
All I want?
To dig my canines
into a slab of your juiciest meat.
I'll be there in a minute.