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”
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Dirty Wings
She taught him the art of destruction, they burned in the flames singing their song. Violence and romance, the form of seduction, the contrast that lies between… Read more “Dirty Wings”
3 a.m.
Drenched in pale moonlight my lovely bones shimmer; paranoia, paranoia, fading starlight to a glimmer. The stars possess my skeletons, my ribcage splintered from crave; vile hands… Read more “3 a.m.”
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”
