What a beauty, what a heroine,
fingers gingerly groping her hourglass,
full of perpetual emptiness & cheap wine.
What a shroud, what a mess,
mouth stinging with vomited commitment,
full of slashed dresses & star-less eyes.
&the vines, they dangled so effortlessly,
beautifully intertwined,
like the cigarette box so involved with the lighter,
the igniter in between your bony little fingers.
she looks at you,
she s-s-stares with fire,
with anticipated, desecrated faith,
or what little she salvaged for you.
c'mon.
c'mon.
this is your turn to tell her you don't love her,
how the light cascading down her milky white body doesn't hit your spots,
the beauty of the stars echoing in her eyes isn't truly captivating,
&that the "baby's" "hunny's" & "sweety's" were just used so you could think of all the other women.
c'mon.
what can another white lie do that a thousand other ones haven't already done?
Author notes
I watched Fight Club last night.
I think this could be why this was in my head. 
How I love Marla Singer. She is my role model.
As is Helena Bonham Carter.
God, she's beautiful.
Playlist:
Spiders - Lovedrug
Happy Apple Poison - Lovedrug
Thinking Of You - Katy Perry
Our Time Is Running Out - Muse
Unhearted - Automatic Loveletter
- My Field of Paper Flowers group list • next in list
&wedancetothebeatofourdeath.
Comments
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Wow this was awsome. I just loved all of it, I don't really have a favorite part, I just loved it all!
Great job
You are now a fav!
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I liked this! Thanks for the share! Fave part was the whole first stanza and of course, the title!
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