A flaying spray shot his heart loose,
from quarters too many to find a culprit
as he knelt wondering after a will.
Ripped it onto the floor to soak in a cowards brine.
every drug mixed on
and flowing over
the oily floor
The angry organ slid back and forth in the pool
like it was trying to drown itself.
He fretted straight, fifteen years of thought blazed too hot and (of course) he fucking lunged for it.
He slipped on the floor as he scraped it, sticky and still bleeding out of the mess.
He took a bite with the hope he could still digest.
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