Happy Hour

February 20, 2012
I will sweat your scent
in humid tornado winds.
My poisonous friend.
Secret sin, demon within.

Unrecognizable memories,
drip bitter on my tongue.
I succumb to the,
simplicity in my toxicity.

Fixated and frustrated.
Magnetized by your power.
Crave, need, want, plead,
for your liquid love.

Bottle my tears.
A cocktail of fears.
Sting my tongue,
my life’s come undone.

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