Ghostlike and waitingShe breaks apart the mirror glistens and hardens She melts into her reflection a pool of mercury--she beads into bits at the bottom of a deep glass wellGhostlike and waiting
Icy skin shaved to razor thin
A snowy sweetness lives where her lips lay closed opening only to sigh and gasp in an underwater silence.
She lives her life waiting watching for the moon freezing the sun with her smile dancing on a bed of thorns
bleeding rubys, bleeding poppies
Cuting crosses into her thighs and tear drops into her ankles her body a mosiac of
ProwlThin women have dead eyes on the covers of magazines in the pages where their bodies are stretched lean and malicious breasts ready to drop like bombs toes spread apart with nails filed like talons, and cold skin like imperial jade hard, impenetrable. they prowl the jungles where they are precious and when they tire of grass and savanah, come to haunt us in big cities--slinking through the cementProwl
Devious Journal Entry
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they aren't about me
they're about this chick
i keep chained in the basement...
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they aren't about me
they're about this chick
i keep chained in the basement...
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Be civil..no verbal abuse, no spam.
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