Where's the perfection you laid to rest?
There's candy melted on the floor of the past;
butterflies spin and melt in their nests--
and the memories are opening up another hole
in my chest.
Rib cages break under tension coming from the
poision you slowly dripped into consciousness.
I bled for you and broke for you;
and you return the favor like a harlot gone
martyr.
Fruits and berries harbor your guilt
and taint your lips with the color you spilled;
irrationally calling art in the form of a
damsel-in-distress; the lie you've always
lived.
The magician floats through the air;
waving his tricks and running his hands
through your hair; and you believe
that you are loved. Illusions masked the adoration
in front of you.
And when he tires of your puppet-string-heart,
I won't be there to dig you up from the dusty box
he'll drop you in. Reincarnation through cremation
is something I just can't risk.
"Come, my muse--
for your death has given life
to my fingers.
I'll take this X you force upon everyone's chest
and use it to snap that ugly little neck."
Author notes
"The least you could do is take it back;
all the vicious remarks and verbal attacks,
'cause I can't fucking stand it when you're around."
Please tell me what you think
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I adored the 4th:
The magician floats through the air;
waving his tricks and running his hands
through your hair; and you believe
that you are loved. Illusions masked the adoration
in front of you
a really good scene plays in my head when i read it.
and is oddly akin to me and Em's Halloween costume idea. [Emily and me are dressed as baby doll lolita hxc ..w/ lots of gore and we're attacked to puppet strings.. in which james and justin [her bf] will be the suave puppet masters holding the strings. cool huh?
your poem brings a perfect scene to that.
beautiful imagery. i really wish you would write more, because i enjoy getting on here and reading your stuff. :3
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