Grey God

She needs a crow, 405 written above her brow. She needs an evaluation and mental health medication. Meditation and a steady supply of Ambien. Stone the crow, bury forever. Mexicans and Cowboys down at the watering hole. Wash your clothes and clean your soul, soccer on tv- no news or daytime soaps I can feel the itch of mosquitoes through my jeans. Makeup does not cover character and personality! Family Dollar tv dinners and cold beef stew, sex on a dirty bed, all inhibitions fed. the rain washed away what's left to be said- Delayed- the crow crashes into a window! bones break, blood spills from his beak. You make me weak, your sickness ... ... my weakness ... Let me out! Let me in! Im hard with need, I love the feeling of sliding into your damp cavity. Mouth sores and a boil on her wrist, (squeeze out the infection) closure close your eyes ... ... myself ... one-self ... -Love I look into her eyes -release.