She medicates
with morphine and
love.
The confession
she longs to make,
buried
deep within
a soul of painful
admiration...
sexual lust
and degredation.
A picture perfect plastic
society,
...crowing her queen of the sluts,
she's exposed.
The bloody hand
holding a beating heart.
She. has. no. feeling.
She's addicted
to the fast paced life,
passing out
with lines of coke
and bottles of alcohol
in her system.
Tattoos cover her body,
stories of pain
and horror inked into her soul.
She looked into the mirror,
froze...and cried.
Innocence streaming down her cheeks
when she realized
it was all over.
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I loved your ending! the imagery is again fab, and I enjoyed this very much
