Soft Wrecks
Alex Bankuti

Skinny chrome children with straws for nostrils
falling into open arms stuck with dollar store syringes
cumming into t hrift shop tube socks, to kill the ache away
another batch washed down the drain, the children of tomorrow
tripping all over the sins of yesterday

It picks at the scabs, and it chews on your neck
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Three fucking days. 
It took her just three fucking days to find someone new.

Too many cigarettes and too much coca cola. It's finally catching up to me. Fucking stomach ache.

Apparently I'm fifteen different people depending on where I am and who I'm with. Isn't that terrible?

one and a half years of sobriety out the window!

oh well, it was worth it.

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 Welcome,

It's been a while hasn't it? a year at least.

Oh well, I'm back. With a new name at that!

My mother is moving out today and I will be living with my Grandparents.

It will take some getting used to.

Love,
 Alex Bankuti