Tongue on the gun, waiting for the fun….
Pill stilled on words with no cure….
How much could you endure….not
remembering which voice you last kissed,
missed?
My nails red, out of your way, but, never
far from your thirst, cursed….
Out wondering night, your one delight,
who will be your next, your catch?….
Head stirs, in a blur…all you see is me
bleed, another one indeed….
*I DEDICATE THIS ONE TO PSYCHOKILLER..
PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
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During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.
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