cynical b*tchA Poem by nigrum homonculussaw a review and i was like "whoa...that sounds like my ex" another prose poem. another depressing love poem....i gotta stop writing theseHer words, liquid nitrogen. Even the sun goes down when she speaks. Fleeing from her voice, Running to the other side of the world. She dances with pessimism. A w***e to misfortune. Revelling in its juices, marinating in its pool. She’s a cynical b***h, But she was my cynical b***h. Her criticisms only brought me closer, Clutching me, squeezing me, my naivety oozing out of every pore. And like the demon of jewish folklore. She laughed. Endlessly. Endlessly….. Echoing forever in my hollow head. And even though she’s long gone. My heart has still got frostbite. Her words. Liquid nitrogen. In my veins. © 2012 nigrum homonculusReviews
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8 Reviews Added on July 11, 2012 Last Updated on August 12, 2012 Authornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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