Stumbling over snowflakes
and slipping on sleet
she held phobias close
to her inferiority complex –
suffocating with the taste
of self inflicted asphyxiation
tainting her shooting star dreams
(she should be use to this
dysfunctional teenage wasteland
but the lie tasted like lemon sherbet,
and she was addicted to the sting).
So busy screaming “chicken little”
to an oblivious sky
she forgot to step off the
neon repeat-life moment
(and all the rewound truths in
the world can’t save her now).
Fumbling for the echo
she cried at the scream;
it’s brutal & it’s the fucking end.
Author notes
Option Eight: DP
In a list
A contest entry
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Comments
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Your use of words are fantastic. ^-^ It flowed very nicely, really well written as well. =] Awesome write.
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I love this! It's not all over the place, and the words you use are so amazing. This is pure awesome. My favorite part is:
"suffocating with the taste
of self inflicted asphyxiation
tainting her shooting star dreams"
Beautifully Breath-taking write.
Thank you and good luck in my contest.
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heck yes!
i loveeeeee! =DDDDDD
Bang bang sugar.
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okay, methinks that your muse may have come back with a HUGE bang!!!!
or maybe it was the word bank that inspired her ~shrug~
whatever the reason my friend, you have done an EXCEPTIONAL job here and I loved every word of it!
CONGRATS on getting it going again!!!!
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Thank you
That really means a lot.
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