lily

I forgot just what this felt like. Feels real.
The city is miles away now and its cold.
My pretty whores with slash marks on their faces who carry around pieces of their old lovers , I'll miss you.
should of sweat this all out in that hospital bed while i had the chance and me and Ms.Natasha would run to the bathroom to turn the shower all the way on hot and smoke cigarettes that he snuck me in his sock during visiting hours.
"To them we are sick people" This rastafarian crackhead in a wheelchair said once during breakfast motioning to the nurses. But maybe we just see deeper than them.
It gets hot and then cold. burning and sweating. soon i'll throw it all up in the toilet and forget all of them, little actors in the play i keep forgetting to write. but its real.
Love, Lily

"I told the priest don't count on any second coming, God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming, he had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us, yeah i don't wonder why, I wonder what he thought it would get us, hey, Good try, Tomorrow wendy's going to die."-Concrete blonde.