Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Hot Dog

It's like a punch to the gut
only no blood to spill : 
Its all curdled up in 
my bitterness of being.
~
It's like a kick to the shin
only no bone to crack : 
its mashed in to pieces
under the weight of my dreams. 
~
I am a hot dog of well wishes
mashed hope and pureed pain
burn me in desire ; feed them-
my death must not be in vain. 
~

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