Blood Money

A rumbling, roving
growling lowly sickness
in the very pit of my stomach
That’s how it is
That’s what it feels like

I want to close my eyes
but I’m jacked on caffeine
& I know the only way out
is d

[who’s the professional now?]

I snicker when you yowl to
Watch my language but
Language is the only thing I have left
To drown you [OUT]


  I’m afraid our session has ended
Pay within: the only currency you own


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