...A Poem by Rebekah Smith
That's a pretty sack of meat
You wear over your soul - It's hair is really neat, And it has perfect feet. And god, you lot make me feel old - And like a record on repeat And just why did we have to meet When I look like s**t, These f*****g shoes don't fit, These are yesterday's clothes With discoloured bits; I can't see you like this! A dropped egg of a woman Who's shell always splits. A rejuvenated ancient And she is trying to be patient Behind my face, Behind my lacerations. I can make no alterations - The map is carved in stone.. Because one way or another I am making my own home. © 2016 Rebekah Smith |
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Added on August 3, 2016 Last Updated on August 3, 2016 AuthorRebekah SmithBristol, South-West, United KingdomAboutThis is an extrememly hard box to fill, so my idle mind will leave it to your creative one. more..Writing
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