Laying face down
whispering in monotone
writing scriptures on my neck
drawing daisies on my legs
poking bruises yet to bloom
scratching off black nail polish
weaving spots and stripes
covering my body in silly lies
rolling across dead grass
reminding me of old memories
falling into water
washing away colorful ink,
still leaving smeared marker
it colors my cuts
as it sinks into my skin
reopening wounds that had never been
perching in new places
while the old ones heal over
scabbing up my heart
monsters chase me away
a gun in hand,
as I whisper a stolen prayer
take me to the land where,
the bullets look like cotton candy,
airplanes are edible
and my cups are full of brandy.
Author notes
I dono. I was just feeling random.
I dont know. just coment what you think. lol.
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This is freaking amazing woman. i love it like... a lot! i'm just gonna keep reading it m'kay???
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Haha, thank you!!! you go ahead and read away silvester!
Haha I havent been on this thing in a while...I miss it! hahahaha.
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