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used bubble gum and discarded cigarette butts

"For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling." – Anne Sexton


You shatter my breath
with three little words
and fuck me from the inside
with hate
and still
I cannot get enough       
of you

I huddle like a lonely cigarette
left in the street lit rain
wilted and useless
decaying in a discoloured mess
into the saliva drenched side walk

I’m the shadow of a woman
that could be
if she dared to look up and confront
the rain cloud dribbling into her head

And you
you’re a supernova
too bright to stare at directly
because you don’t belong in my pavement home
of broken bottles and cigarette butts

© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published
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