LavenderA Poem by prettybrettyi'm sick of playing the part i would vomit up my soul to get rid of the body parts how to use the scissors? and i don't milk, i diet coke and decay that's the doll thing with me you'll play break and bend and twist my ways and paint my face then curse them for i've misbehaved how to abuse? cross the knives and crucify the little girl-martyr asking why and wave her lilac ashes like incense to the sky free the soul of the person in her body swear with my fingers crossed behind my back that i'm not mad how to use the knife? hail Mary mother of this disgrace, i am more virgin and immaculate than you!!! Lavender her suffering
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1 Review Added on August 27, 2016 Last Updated on August 27, 2016 AuthorprettybrettyLawrenceburg, TNAboutBrett 24 TN, USA agender/nonbinary pansexual Sicangu Lakota Native American OCD, BPD, & ED I've been using this site for 10 years to record my poems. I don't write to be good at it, this .. more..Writing
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