Tile Floor

by Porcelina De Locke   Apr 23, 2006


I broke my Heart and now I have to

fix it, and then I will start bleeding on

the floor, screaming for more, I love

this pink flavored Razor Blade.

It tastes like bananas covered in Red

Cherry Blood.

Bleeding is fun when you are watching

All My Children.

Would you pull the trigger Dear, if I

asked you too?

If I decided to cry on the tile floor and

lay in the street in my size ZERO chick

pants, would you lay there with me,

drinking wine that burns you eyes, and

drink the tears that taste like Vodka?!

Would you remember the night that

we died holding each other's hands?

Would you remember to turn the stove

off when you left me to bleed on the

tile floor?

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