On top of juvenile flesh, inside of innocence
self-inflicted disfiguring crevices barely hidden
remembrance of failed attempts at suicide
remembrance all the men that did her wrong
On top of juvenile flesh, inside of innocence
indefinite stains, expose her unfamiliar tears
remembrance of those horrifying nights of silence
remembrance of her repetitious solitude
Inside juvenile flesh, far from innocence
these voices mutilate themselves into thoughts
remembrance of her insanity, falling out into actions
remembrance of her insecurities, destroying her
Inside juvenile flesh, far from innocence
An animal feasts upon her frail Chasity
remembrance of her hidden, consuming, angst
remembrance, that shes only hiding from herself
Author notes
What scares me the most... Is myself.
A contest entry
- Show me what scares you by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended February 9, 2008, 16 entries
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I think that most people can relate to this. I scare myself sometimes too.
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