Thursday, September 14, 2006
Hope. Less.
The warm smell of the bathroom.
A mixture of poo
And menstrual blood.
I have decided I know my fate.
I’m going to die on the toilet like Elvis,
From an anal haemorrhage. ¶ 7:33 pm
A mixture of poo
And menstrual blood.
I have decided I know my fate.
I’m going to die on the toilet like Elvis,
From an anal haemorrhage. ¶ 7:33 pm
