by Katharine Schulz
Life presents itself with two little wrapped and bowed up options:
Should I wait until you come home, show you how much I’ve cleaned,
or do I lay down on my belly and bite the bullet
Slowly feeling velvet metal slide down my throat, being coated in wet
the spit and phlegm comes up and then goes back down in a hard, audible swallow
causing me to hack and gag.
Blood streaming out of my leaking gaping mouth,
Tyler Durden sitting in my lap
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