Throat cut from my fingernails, bruises on my knees; popped blood vessel eyes, I laugh as I cry, knuckles swollen from my teeth. Blurry vision, missed calls, now I’m dancing while I scream; eyes made for faking smiles, nothing is as it seems. Purgatory and pill diets, wings broken in my youth; oh denial, yeah denial, I stare in the eyes of the truth. My body infused with cyanide, rib cages and collarbones; a skeleton made of the sorrow I sing and the reason I’m writing this poem. An aptitude to disappoint, you knew that I would misbehave; dirty mirrors, soar moans, licking my lips, hunting the prey. Nauseated, self-medicated, who am I to blame? Moods changing like the moon, I’m fine, just leave, no, stay. Throat cut from my fingernails, biting the hand that feeds; glass tears down my eyes, we fuck as I cry, my nightmare veiled as a dream.
This is awesome!
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Thank you!!
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Outstanding, nice to read your words again
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Thank you 🙂
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Hi hon,
This was terrifying to read, but I appreciate you sharing the feelings in so intensely amazing words.
I’ve missed you and I’m glad you’ve written. I feel like I’ve fallen off the face of the earth, from my blog.
❤
DM
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Reblogged this on Whisper and the Roar and commented:
Powerful prose from Marina at Coke Whore Hippie
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Thank you! 🙂
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My honor!
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Wow! really good! almost feels like it’s happening to you… good to see you writing again! 🙂 T.
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holy shit
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I like your style. So hard to be unique with structure anymore. To be able to tie substance and style is even more impressive.
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Thank you so much! That means a lot
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