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    1-800-273-8255

    The moon unveils the cold side of my face – I know the difference now. The contrast between myself and my reflection; palms remain on the ground.… Read more “1-800-273-8255”

    February 27, 2018 by Cokewhorehippie

    Delusion

    The spells you casted were poetry, I choked on your pretty lies; gasping for air to breathe again, close your eyes and I’ll close mine. A prisoner inside… Read more “Delusion”

    January 25, 2017May 16, 2017 by Cokewhorehippie

    Parellel

    Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the saddest of them all? Inhale, exhale, veins of blue; plastic and broken, my parallel view. Mirror, mirror, it hurts to breathe.… Read more “Parellel”

    December 29, 2016May 16, 2017 by Cokewhorehippie

    Destruct

    Self-destruction, a thirst to bleed; my happiness craves misery. Powdered nose, spiral down, dollar bills, head begins to pound. Mental blackouts, palms to floor, relapse, regress, been… Read more “Destruct”

    September 30, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Overdose

    Burnt madly into my recognition, the day I withered to ebony; underneath the summer heat, beautiful and broken, I swallowed defeat. Shimmering like a shattered diamond, I was… Read more “Overdose”

    September 13, 2016May 11, 2018 by Cokewhorehippie

    Disease

    White babydoll dress with cherry stained lips, sing pretty words, a dying mistress. Carmine moonlight, reptile eyes, whispering your name, the dead come to rise. Vanishing spirits,… Read more “Disease”

    August 9, 2016August 26, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Tainted Dream

    Violet skies, kaleidoscope eyes, a lonely heart with an amphetamine high. Poetic and dirty, heaven on earth, a tainted notion, the star of the north. And my… Read more “Tainted Dream”

    August 3, 2016August 4, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Seeing Red

    He studied the curvature of her body as she slipped her red dress off of her hips. As it slid down her waist and dropped to the… Read more “Seeing Red”

    July 11, 2016July 12, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Pulse

    Dragging ourselves through the hours of dawn, setting our hearts on fire with delusion, drugs, and waking nightmares. Some poets may call it the entrance to the… Read more “Pulse”

    July 6, 2016July 8, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Déjà vu

    I’m well acquainted with the bathroom floor and my slushy eyes shining like gunmetal; no stranger to the sweet song of sorrow and the misery that I… Read more “Déjà vu”

    June 24, 2016June 28, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

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