Stigmatized in a Yellow DressA Poem by WildeWhoreno I don't think I'm Jesus. but it's a fun idea... this still kind-of a work-in-progress.stigmatized in a yellow dress my lemon frosting … mouth a pleated blade apple crust thighs swish swish the halls idle nubs map ink through my side, a black scratch into each palm, trailing around my face, wondering martyrdom a boredom. with a bell, we rise… and sneakers trail with clicking tips, rubber soles pad the halls in a buoyance. nails – pens – black tongues, fire & delight. the imagery overwhelms me, & I crumple from the wood-panelled doors to the cool white wrappings of linoleum.
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Added on September 12, 2009 Last Updated on September 13, 2009 AuthorWildeWhoreVTAboutI am 16 as of now... so, there's really not much of a biography to my life so far. I have my own opinions, always under influence of my favorite people (there are too many to list, ranging from emmine.. more..Writing
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