let everything…

Matheea writes.

sewed up with anger
this story must be yours
over the counter like an illicit
unsayable
dyeing formula for your mind
tequila shot
for the already dead wiffet
who judged you last night
in the hell’s parking lot

bargain away the purest one
i won’t sell you cheap words
skin for the drummer to all the endsImage

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