Aug 13, 2012 09:42
coated in salt
like pistachios
sting the cut, keep
it fresh, i am
defensive walls and
broken dreams
i barely breathe
and when i attempt
to do the unthinkable,
i fall and scrape my knees
(the breaking is voiceless,
except in my head
where the scream is
wild animal)
and wishful thinking
is fairytale with
no happy ending.
poetry
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*hugs back*
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except in my head
where the scream is
wild animal)"
so is mine. everything in my head frightens even me. felt this one today from you, dear. x
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if there's no/one
seen her
no/one sings her
fairy tale
hairy tailed
wolf girl
with a dancing skin
little red riot hood
the heart
of the forest
under the leaves
someone else's shadow
play
maybe she
is wearing someone else's
dancing skin
today
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Wonderful, and thank you W! x
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and i've missed reading you! x x
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btw, I just posted a new poem. It isn't something to write home about, but at least it is something.
Thank you for being here. xx
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