dry
Q
may
i
at
least
dry
you
off
if
i'm
too
late
to
climb
in
and
wash
your
back
?
991231
...
Skull
My
mouth
is
dry.
I
have
been
speaking
,
but
no
one
listens
.
My
friends
are
apathetic
,
and
my
heart
is
tired
.
But
I
will
continue
to
speak
.
Someday
they
will
listen
.
Someday
they
will
turn
.
But
for
not
their
hears
are
dry.
011017
...
Risen
My
arid
flesh
,
my
mouth
parched
.
Unquenchable
thirst
.
You
talk
about
being
violated
and
I
think
"
here
is
another
moment
you
took
from
us
"
as
I
watch
more
of
our
final
words
roll
up
the
screen
,
as
more
of
the
good
is
erased
and
is
offered
up
as
a
sacrifice
.
Sometimes
I
think
the
good
moments
are
the
things
you
burn
to
warm
you
,
to
fuel
your
pretty
sparkly
life
.
You
speak
of
injustice
and
cannot
see
why
I
am
confused
that
you
are
more
concerned
with
the
fifteen
year
old
you
were
a
decade
ago
than
the
one
you
couldn't
help
today
.
Your
pages
are
dry.
My
cheeks
are
not
.
Everytime
I
leave
I
get
closer
to
never
coming
back
.
One
day
there
won't
be
enough
of
you
left
to
return
to
.
One
day
I'll
walk
past
your
door
.
Soon
another
woman
will
offer
me
a
glass
of
water
and
I
will
not
look
over
her
shoulder
for
you
.
141125
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