Chapter FourA Poem by SharkapillarI write a poem on the inside cover of every sketchbook I start, this being the fourth.This is just
a small chapter in the prose that is my life Sadly it is mostly a lie A tear, an
insignificancy A rape a theft a drug. I can’t
stop, and he won’t stop. Clocks laugh, I wait it out…. A fishnet
burn. A salted wound. The red
extracted from the wine"burning alcohol remains. What
happened to that little girl Who used to
dream of ruling the world? This….this" Jailbait.
Am I worth the bars? It smells like smoke and tastes like pain It rains blood and bleeds rain A brackish
marinade, I dance beneath the dying stars and slit slit slit… I can taste equilibrium. Monochromatic
poetry in slow motion. Every second
wasted (slit) For every
c**k tasted (slit) The razor sears for near four years. Ruffles, and
laces, sickly sweet faces. I vomit sin and out lust pours Welcome to chapter four. (Slit" © 2012 SharkapillarAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 17, 2012 Last Updated on September 17, 2012 AuthorSharkapillarRed-Light DistrictAboutmy name is Aoelaigh, I'm 18, and I haven't really used this website since I was younger and I don't really write anymore. All of the writing you'll find on here was from when I was young and desperate.. more..Writing
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