Life Piracy and a Guest AppearanceA Poem by anamezicLast night I gave in to my selfish, pressed up against some pungently boyish smelling Peter Pan flower child Last night he tasted like Kyle back when I was still madly in heat back when I was vulnerable and un-ignorant, not- naive 15 and pretty and pretty miserable not all that much has changed, save for the tally: nineteen now, at least I understand just how naive I was (I am) just how cruel and foolish and cracking; a piece of the broken mason jar that once held captive my spirit now it's all this: "I couldn't give a flying f**k tonight" and all that f**k-giving in the morning. It's the disintegration of a moral compass, the deregulation of Jiminy Cricket who has not sat at the nape of my neck since I mistook him for a regular cricket and stomped the damn thing with the heel of my boot. © 2013 anamezicReviews
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