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The bottle teased her. It mocked her. Its smooth and slender body seemed to sparkle, like it knew her. It was smiling, knowing she could never resist the liquid that it held.
She prays for a new year
Not damp with tears
Or rank with hate
As the small strand of glitter falls on her nose
And the final countdown begins
She prays for a new year, a new life
I feel half as good
half as wise
half awake
I feel half as proud
half as happy
half of me
She gave me a choice to do what I thought was right. And I chose. I chose what I thought I knew best, what was right. But I took the wrong offer. And I lost her.
Silk is such a cliche in my mind. Skin as smooth as silk. Warm as silk (okay, maybe not that as much). But still, silk is a cliche I will rarely use...unless of course I'm actually writing about silk. Ugh, I'm such a walking contradiction.
shinking
shinking ship
that's all I can think of
My mother just had her
braces taken off
but that's how she would have
said it
The little boat chugged
it carried my heart
aboard the ship
my small heart was kept
until one day
a cloudy day
the sky got mad
and the clouds they fought
til they were black and grey
my heart was lost
in the battle, unnoticed
into the water
sinking
beating its very last beat
a poison in my mouth
a copper taste
a poison in my mind
makes me hate my self
my arms
my legs
my body
the poison never seeps
from my skin
never escapes
just lingers, tortures
relentless
The music flows throughout my mind, ebbing and flowing. It pushes up against the sides of my brain, swimming in the cerebral fluid, playing with my thoughts and senses. The music is in control. When it finishes, it packs up it’s notes and continues to flow out of my ears, nose, mouth, eyes. The music makes a home in my body.