# Untitled 32 (Bitter|Sweet)

by ThisIsShe|Mags



Misery loves company,

Bitter Buddy.

Cushions filled with bones –

a seat at your table.

Please pass the pain;

Raw. Serving ties severed.

A toast to reduced:

“Whether we…” 


                             “Shouldn’t he…”

kind of drinks –

Tails for heads (cocks and all)

with Highballs at noon.

For times the smile

could bind (inertia)

                                          & words of war.

Tracking moons

we borrow time

for sorry.