Brash Heart

January 17, 2008
Slender quivering girl
Thrusting glitter down
his throat.
She stands there, adamant,
a splinter in your side.

He says he can't stomach your
glossy ways, shrouded by
a sliver of your habits
Merely a lode to disguise.

Bulbous conscious
How it ails you
Effusive lover of his
flutters in your ear.

"You pushed him far to me"
A stale bitch, a splinter in your side.

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