The Opiate, Summer Vol. 6
Sentencing Manuela Williams I will make an acrostic poem for every name you called me when you weren’t wearing pants (Veronica-ah-ah-ah) (Oh, Emily, oh yes) I will let the letters pass judgment as letters tend to do with their pointiness and finality like needles or I will make a hammer out of the words I never spoke and, like a verdict, it will take on a pummeling effect over and over and over
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