
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
Same shit, different day
August 30, 2007 03:06 PM
all the whiskey in the world
won't make you any more impervious
you're down here in the shit
with the rest of us
with your guts spilling out of your stomach
while you try to push them back in
and it doesn't matter
that you pretend
not to notice
it's still just as messy
to get along in this place
it still stinks
and people are vicious
you'd think that finding
someone who knows how to put in stitches
might count for something
but you'd be wrong
the needle prick scares them more
than the gaping hole i might shut
if they'd only let me
get close enough
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