Took a bunch of pills woke up soaking wet
a perfect saturated circle under me
so perfect this shadow, how?
bedspread darkened with sweat
the fabric which clothed me, dry as wry
don’t even know what I meant
don’t even think that it meant anything
«God is the sweat running down his back,
the water soaked her blonde hair black»
I think about that,
Elise.
Perhaps I sweated out all color
or slashed the walls of the world with all my clawing
and color slowly drained out
unremembered
Yes, I’ve sweated out all color feasibly in passion
but this embarrassing hue
striking against the grey.
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