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She's sitting on the dirty bed,
dragging from unlit cigarettes.
Her fingers are curled into the
pillow.Her eyes rimmed with
smudged black eyeliner
and her lips a red smear
shes puffing imaginary smoke
rings into the the reflection in
the mirror.
She maybe thought she loved him,
yes those words might have passed
her parted lips. But they can't be
held against her, she was under the
influence of lust.With his dark
smouldering eyes and mischevious
smirk. And his crisp white button down
shirts that are now patterned
with her lip print kisses.
She glances with hooded eyes at
the steamy glass door of the shower.
She can faintly see the outline of his
body, muscular and masculine.
A faint blush rises in her cheeks
and she wraps the thin coverlet
closer around her body.
Her toes are painted a bright pink
and seem too innocent to belong
to a body that did what she just
did.
Her stomach feels hollow, like
she just ate a huge dinner of nothing.
She places on hand above her
navel to make sure her tummy
still exists. Her hands are cold
to the touch and that now reminds
her of him touching her
so she stops and yet again inhales
from the cigarette.
Watching the invisible smoke
wisp up into the cracks in the ceiling.
"What are you doing?"
His voice causes her to jump
a bit but she quickly regains her
composure. She stares at him
with her big brown eyes. Wraps her
lips once more around the cigarette.
"I'm pretending to be grown up"
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i'm fucking sick of this noxious existance. everyone loves me and everyone looks at me the exact same fucking way with their cloudy eyes and straight teeth.
stop fucking
could you please just stop fucking
fuck could you please stop
just stop fucking talking to me
i've already heard every word you're saying and it's gotten to a point where your heart felt confessions that bring you to tears are just echo's off of obsidian cave walls.
i'm bored. not with the people i'm friends with but with humanity. i want to shed my scalded skin and run naked with the wolves, hair knotted something fear and the blood of my prey for facepaint.
i know th
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I AM AWAKE ON A TRAIN, BLEEDING LOUD AND THICK
THE TRACKS ARE GRABBING ONTO THE WHEELS
AND PUSHING THEM FOREWARD
MY LEGS ARE CAUGHT ON BARBED WIRE
TEETH GNAWING AND CLAWS DIGGING
LOUD NOISE BREAKING THROUGH THE CRACKS
BETWEEN OUR TEETH, SHATTERING THE AIR
warm little heart beating under cold skin
he tells me he's scared
sweat dripping down our faces
our hands touch softly
like we've each just barely
dipped our fingertips in the ocean
snow falling wind breathing into my hair
he closes my eyelids and then closes his eyes
earth becoming more and more quiet
like our headphones have been taken out of our ears
and are slowly being
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her skin bruises like storm clouds, cuts like lightning
and her skeleton aches for different reasons every day.
the blood on her knees matches the blush on her cheeks
and she thinks she's in love.
she starts to think she feels butterflies, but different
they're moths, attacking and decaying her insides
her liver is shutting down and she can't eat anymore
but the heart beat barely hurts
she looks into his pretty brown eyes and they're so
sad, so fucking sad she just wants to hold his fragile
face between her fingers but he's sand, he's water vapor
she blinks and he's barely there
he has scars like her, though his are less casu
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Not like my usual writing... but I think I like it.
Not like my usual writing... but I think I like it.
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I LOVE IT! gosh! i treads softly on being a prose yet it's really stunningly poetic.