Caleb Andrew Ward

Rookie (08/02/1991 / Baltimore, MD)

Cheap Whore - Poem by Caleb Andrew Ward

i watch her dance the dance of
death
she pours her soul like cranberry vodka
cheap
cheap vodka
cheap whore

the tears forming in my glass separate
the ties of reality and disdain i
feel.
i’m seeing the greatest minds of my generation

tossed into the winds
like locusts.
lusting after the final dieing harvest
but don’t cry for me, i’m still breathing.

if you can call it breathing.
cheap whore.
cheap vodka.
this toxic air was once pure and free,

but now it must be
resurected
out from the ashes
lies.
rise.
eyes.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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