Incineration (or The bulimia of Pride)

Pride is a river
Eat it for breakfast
of ice cold water
Wake up
to see clearly
Until
your bones are shaking
freezing
(I throw it right back up again)

_________ your pride
have it for lunch
Only
one
glass
WILL QUENCH THE FIRE!
(welcome to your body)
The bulimia of pride
I throw it right back up again

Pride is a river
(but) In the evening
I have remembered the alcohol in my veins and I set a match to it.
Eat The last supper
Swallow your wine

I’m warm
if you lean your back against me.

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