With my crayons

Sugar man meets Alice,
when he needs a dream;
Mary jane’s whispers
do stifle his screams;

A chat with Cristy,
keeps him awake,
for his veins have collapsed,
white nurse’s mistake;

He french kisses molly,
his hippie friend;
in a snowy love affair,
that may never end;

He tempts me with these colors,
of his daily séance,
while I scribble wildly-violently-with reckless abandon,
in the dark;

With my crayons.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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