Wednesday, January 4, 2012

It's that kinda day. I've always been jealous of this Jenny.  She had someone to tear that fucking house of shame and abuse down.  Mine lives on.  In my eyes, skin and veins.  Occasionally my smile. Or when just for a moment that's so quiet and pure I hear my grandmother sing, "Jenny is my darling....Jenny is my darling."

No comments:

Post a Comment