11/4/12

From the more violent month.

quickens my breathing
choking, lungs exploding
tempest brewing in my chest
winds a-blowing
in fields of red;
poppies-drugs and dreams
my blood is burning
to splatter on the wall
my head
let's crack it open
sometimes i get aches
and i feel like
i'm seeing the world
through tissue paper.
--smash my brains in

that's where the real demons are, honey

cry an ocean, 
there's no one to care.
flip a switch and
smile
pick yourself off
the cold bathroom floor
pull on some clothes;
wipe your eyes
sink into the bruises
the kisses, the wants
let's break the bones
one
by
one
i'll leave you, then
broken, battered,
completely spent.
heart and mouth agape
irises frightful at the sight
staring into God itself...

No one ever really rescues the princess--
sorry baby, love, Sleeping Beauty;
but sadness ain't pretty
and these things are eternal.

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[AlchemicPlutonian]

Very beatesque.
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