eye goo

I’m exhausted tomorrow 

have I mentioned that before?

if I haven’t, certainly 

I’ve thought it too many times 

suddenly I’m craving sugar

but I’m inherently salty 

Oh Caprica, you’re a tight-lipped lady

stuck solid, fim-aly 

in the middle of X;

holding It together 

with duc-ky tape 

and minty glue

rubbing spit 

on scrapes and scratches;

holding the leash tight

on the berserker within