I Love It All
At night she kisses my wrist
where there used to be a dagger
trailing along the skin of a snail,
I thought I saw you downtown,
the girl I loved.
A friend of mine
tried to die by suicide,
thirty blue pills on the tongue resting,
a tongue which never touched mine.
Tonight I am at a party
in West Philadelphia
with a woman I used to
deeply share a love with.
We are sharing a drink
in a stranger’s kitchen.
I watched another woman
the night before remove
all of her clothing and say
I want you to fuck me.
There are too many main characters
in this story.
Horror Sleaze Trash 