So be it,So be it, then I am not beautiful, nor a toad of blossoming sores. Then I am fractured, flawed and ever folding under your scrutiny.So be it,
So be it, I'm your scapegoat. My thighs have become your spine, my hips have curved to ships that carry your shame beneath your brow and idle in an arid silence.
So be it, this is over. My breasts are sparrows harboring polaroids and undeveloped film - like your scarf and that second kiss, and all the things we won't be seeing again.
So be it, I've resolved and
I don't love you anymore.
MercyLook at yourself. You astound me.Mercy
Your eyes left me breathless Shallow water leading its way into an ocean of maggots
Eating the dead, devouring What's left of me
Your touch never felt so good As it did bruising me, breaking Flesh, bones grating and collapsing Into my heart
Your eyes, maggot eyes,
Tentatively drawing down inside Laying myself upon a platter Come find me, come take me Don't let me take this anymore
You kiss like a boa cold-blooded, and slow measuring how best to suffocate me &nbs
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“This is the way the world ends,
not with a bang but a whimper"
--The Hollow Men, T. S. Eliot.
This is upsetting.
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“This is the way the world ends,
not with a bang but a whimper"
--The Hollow Men, T. S. Eliot.
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An assortment of junk [link]
--
“This is the way the world ends,
not with a bang but a whimper"
--The Hollow Men, T. S. Eliot.
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An assortment of junk [link]
--
“This is the way the world ends,
not with a bang but a whimper"
--The Hollow Men, T. S. Eliot.
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