qualm

You say I taste like candy and seem to have no qualm pulling me back to you like i’m yours and you’re mine…

I say you taste like an ashtray from the 60s… dumped out many many times but the stench of stale smoke lingers in my bedsheets and the ashes of you become paint chipping away at me

 

© 2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved

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