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unfulfilled

Iím six hours down and fourteen cigarettes in
watching Prodigyís ďSmack My Bitch UpĒ music video
on mute for the art content
listing to Jarryd James on repeat
because I like the way it sucks the air
from my lungs
and leaves me pining for the porn reel
in my head
that I canít take advantage of
in these air conditioned work hours

I canít stop thinking about you
between the NSFW youtube videos
I secret between unpaying customers
my eyes flicking to the crawling of the clock
and the empty cash register
thinking insanity looks like a dead end job
in a dead end town
and the silence of unanswered text messages

If loneliness kills
then I guess Iím already dead
but no oneís told my body
itís time to let go
and slip into a coffin mattress
where dreams and reality blur
somewhere more uninhibited
than here
because my body is the only thing
thatís turned on
and there is no freedom to
blow the fuses out in the rise and fall
of screaming chemistry

© Indie Adams 2015
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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