Tracks on God’s Arms

Tracks on God’s Arms

God left the building for a brief period, today

all the heroin addicts and anyone,

with even a single single scar on their wrist,

came home, finally

everyone put down the needles and razors

and finally ate up the solace of the day

you can see a sight like never before;

everyone dumping the baggies of cinnamon down the drain

all because God was gone,

searching for something black and bitter

while we all rejoiced


more from And Her Name was Morphine



Facebooktwitterlinkedinrssby feather
Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedintumblrmailby feather

Leave a Reply

Welcome to
Defenestrationism reality.

Read full projects from our
retro navigation panel, left,
or start with What’s New.