Sunday, 24 March 2013

Exhausted

Stale taste of fatigue in the mouth. Words wheezed out in asthma gasps, sparse and struggling to say much of anything at all. Sedate tongue lying limp. Stagnant saliva, a murky film. The hard rub of teeth against teeth. Kiss into me your lusty flavor, and lick away the grime.

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