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we all fall down.

Ring around the rosie
Head in the toilet
Ribs through her skin

A pocket full of posies
In a hospital bed
Smoking cigarettes on
The balcony outside

Ashes, ashes on
The floor next
To your bed

We all fall down,
We all fall down,
Blood on your mouth,
We all fall down.

Author notes

so now i'm turning a nursery rhythm into a "poem" about bulimia and cigarettes.
maybe i should get my head checked.

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  • dukeshorts
    October 12
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    funny. idk if its meant to be funny but i did enjoy the read =]

  • dearlindsayxx
    September 19

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    this poem is short, but also sad and touching.
    i can't help but wonder if this poem is a personal reflection or about someone you know?
    the part about "ribs through her skin" made me think this was about someone else.
    maybe i'm wrong, idk.
    good poem, though.