Ellie Meley

Though my body feels light my skin weighs me down. my hair to my knees, arms swaying to and fro akin to the weeping willow. the fly buzzing by my ear gives me a rythm as a I walk, a pattern to abide by, a rule to follow. thank you to the earth and it’s waves of feeling through the surrounding air, it’s natural form of entertainment, it’s inner core of contentment. I forgive you for the cracking in my knees as I try to kneel, the plaque in my teeth when I don’t brush and for the deep, deep feeling of somber in my chest as I think when I breath.

We are stray dogs to them: I am given a dollar without plea.

They are choking me, they are wheezing through my lungs

I want to smoke fat, no obese blunts in Canada

Me

The wine of Thursday stains my favorite shirt.

be a kind man with a large stache. A smile though crooked tilts to be in pristine condition and contains a perfect gap to fit a nice tasty cigarette. A warm engulfing hug to the brain, one can only achieve after absolute solace and solitude within the four walls of the bathroom stall. I want to see myself as this man. A man that in a heartbeat would rip out his own and offer it to on a platter for the simple solace and solitude of your mind. As his has been even when his toes stuck out of his shoes.

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