holes and burns

there are holes in my curtains;
there are cigarette burns in my blanket;
there are burnt-out light bulbs everywhere;
a dalmatian’s worth of rat holes in the walls.

my liver has spots;
my stomach has spots;
my kidney is spotted;
my intestines are knotted;
my heart is completely rotted;
my death has been plotted.

and just think,
you did all of this to me.

well, that and the 532,719 gallons
of Hennessy i consumed last month.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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