January 17, 2004

Splashed into an oblivion of post mordem.
Stiffness, she can’t bend. Her hands lock around the throat of that one lover and squeeze.
It was only a hug of love, i promise.
She picked up her diet pills, they were eighty nine dollars a bottle, and swallowed three whole.
If she were thinner, she wouldn’t have to hug people anymore.

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