Dressing 4

Posted on Mon, 01/26/2009 - 00:14

I’m dizzy standing over you, sipping air and standing straight. I’ve shoved you down, your head on the floor, I grind your face with the thick sole of my boot.

You are what tethers me to the earth.

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