Married to Chaos

Married to Chaos.

By Sean Roper

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Drunk and high so I don’t care if

you touch me there. Off the dance floor She is

pushing me on the couch in her room she

stares, her eyes a shade off coal

black. Her name

unknown. Black hair of

curls and waves. Fuck and

a condom later we

don’t care.

I didn’t care

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Drunk and bored with

parties ending or beginning

he comes up to me with

Eyes just a shade off coal black, asking

Questions but I

ignored them, except the

one that involved

Pot. Fuck and

A condom later.

I didn’t care.

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Married to chaos ever since

I was young. He touched me where I cried,

When I had a mind. Before I was endowed with

Heaven’s hate. I want to straddle his lap. Stare

at his shade off coal black eyes and

run my finger through his black hair, kiss

him gently. Then shoot him in the

Head. Softly, tongue the bullet

Wound, get drunk and high, count

to ten and fill my drugs with posies until

My nose bleed. Say I love

him, then tell him he introduced

me to Rage and

for that

I don’t care.