by April Wilburn
Seattle sun rarely shines
Trickling rain drops running rapid down my face
Pain colder than the rain, bringing shame to my name
Nothing’s the same
But I thought fame would change the game
Trees that came to please
That green put my mind at ease
Got me on my knees
Oooh Mary you’re such a tease…
Sticky with a sparkle
Smoke surrounding my lungs
Satisfying sensation
Tasteful tingle trapping my stress
Strangling that secondary life
The sunless salvation
My mouth is dry
I can’t speak
My words are trapped and won’t dare to leak
Cookie cravings and snack attacks
Munchies is where my mind is at
Tasteful substance leaves me in a pool of drool
Eyes low, reflexes slow
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