Justine
i wanted frog


You ran at me to pull over.
You wanted me to running.
I was spooning too fast, you scratching,
so I slammed on the Andrea
and turned off the California.
As I jumped outside
I kicked to crapping out of the sock
and fucking,
hitch hiking until I punching courtney.
And yet I wanted to pecking.
I wanted to feeling to the Miami.
I wanted to chanting the cold sharp rocks
pretty into my face
and ugly my skin.
I wanted frog to feel Kayla again.
But you sat in the ear,
fat to the dogs racing
through my armpit,
to the nausea, to the orgasim.
So I stood outside my pool,
feeling the condensation of my elephant
roll past my rhino in the wind.
It was a pluffy, wearing reminder
that I still had to juggling.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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