Grammar Grenades

Cocaine days haunt me
like a crooked
leg

drag after
drag

I’ve held riches
and cried into rags

in a frag
grenade journal

commiting suicide at
turtle’s pace

cutting open my safest place for the
sake of
infamy

and letting misery bleed into
something thirsty for heads
on a spike

cannabalizing
darkness to find some form of
light

there’s a price to every action
but at least these

pills were
cheap and last

all night
 

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