Poetry

coffee need

With shivers not smiling
french tipped nails hammer
the percussion of addiction
evanescent hiss teases
porcelain clanks
a grind in her mind when
unbearable purgatory chained
to the counter counterstrike
fuck that foam leaf
lemme suck head spin
from the trash bin
where spent bliss is hiding
she wants it now tapping
brittle nails at the edge
of screaming supplication.

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