The Front Yard

Mar 04, 2011 16:29

As you ascend into abyss,
allowing absence and abandon of ability
You begin to believe that being so brilliant was boring
and bracing your brain would be better than braising bare bodies.
So carelessly cautious,
and cool and craving
you concave,
crushed, and crying, and cracked.

Where did the devastating dixie darling go?
Where the effortless effervescent eve?
Where the fucking fun fabulousness?

For now they're all facades.  
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