SOUR SUBCONCIOUS

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The air was sour

Mouth hanging open

Old booze

Mixed with more

Old booze

Turning everything sour

Kisses

Drunken and forced

Sour…

It was all sour

But then there was a moment

When the ceiling opened up

And the sky reached

For my consciousness

And all that was known

Of that sour boy

Got filed away

In a dissociative drawer

Boldly labeled

DO NOT OPEN

 

 

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One thought on “SOUR SUBCONCIOUS

  1. you have to open it he wants to grow into a man. Not forever be a scared Littel boy locked away in a woman’s panty drawer. It’s not his fault it was the demon that lurks in the eyes of empty BOTTEL

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