Hangover

poetry 1 Minute

Quivering piles of hurt feelings
(No incentive)
A vast and fatal glitch
(No incentive)
Rotten matter, explosives
(No incentive)
Slow motion straining of the neck
(No incentive)
Dead whispers ranged upon anemic lips
(No incentive)
Bursts of rust and hyperbole
(No incentive)
Moonlight withered, cold, despondent
(No incentive)
The force of delirium intensified
(No incentive)

-r. miller

Published by r. miller

I'm a fan of beards, cardigan sweaters, and good weed. Sometimes I write, and sometimes, people enjoy it.

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