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Of course mommy came running for her little girl. I still sat there watching her, watching her face flush and eyes flow. Her tears were like glass melting along her cheek. She only looked to be some oversized porcelain doll…and obviously just as fragile.
"You could've helped her." Mommy said glaring at me.
"She didn't even get scratched." I rebutted, but this fight was already lost as I watched her turn her head away from me to rest on mommy's shoulders. "I'm hungry." I then stated as I brought a Newport to my lips. I burned my finger with my lighter later that day.
After a few puffs I looked up to find my d
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Just a few bumps before you hump the boy,
True immortals live without a heartbeat,
Perpetually singing, no need to breathe,
2 black balloons and still on our feet,
Drink until your eyes come back to me,
Remember when we spoke of smoking guns,
And you painted us dead in each others arms,
Like the moment when we lost all sight,
Our ability to hear, think, and fucking lie,
We gave it all away without a thought,
Just for the ability to hear our hearts stop,
Run away swiftly,
Please wake up,
If you can,
Quit dreaming,
Of my fetus,
In a frying pan.
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Holding the walls for your child,
Incomplete featureless face,
A mother's face worn of care,
So far gone without her lover's hand,
Still shields her baby from all she can,
All alone broken home,
With far too heavy walls,
And a cold spot beside her pillow,
Where he once gently kissed her,
Yes, someone's missing here,
No more making love dear,
Baby's arms around her neck,
To find mommy's not breathing,
Mommy keeps sleeping,
And daddy keeps wishing,
He was drawn in that picture.
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The ever so famous,
'Lay back and doubt your mind',
Stare through clouds for soft goodbyes,
Breathing in the burning leaves,
Float on clouds if you can't see,
Ignore the impulse to run from me,
Ignore the sweet symphony of screams,
Just lay on clouds to avoid the ground,
Never notice the binds that hold you down,
The soft velvet straps constricting your neck,
The tight raw hide no longer so wet,
Too drugged to notice your missing fingertips,
As I lean in for the somber razor kiss,
Run my fingers across your bleeding lips,
Run the blade along your voluptuous hips,
White clouds turn to gunpowder,
As you smoke your c
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Cornerstone of darkened human history,
Corner of Williams and Gentry,
Hangs a man of silk and suede,
Teetering tower that man made,
Eyes glazed and coated pink,
Sat to watch him flinch,
Without eyelashes-posthumous wink,
And the crowd goes mad with greed,
Scrambling through red puddles,
For the precious leaves of green,
Broken and faded, fuct and jaded,
For the Williams Street gallows,
And Gentry Avenue memories,
This man swings by the neck,
Marked by the x on his chest,
Fair game for all to play,
Come one coma all,
But for only today,
Come tomorrow- come decay,
Stress marks and horrid bruise,
Bloody tears to amuse,
So am
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As you wrap your hand around my throat,
Then the other and slowly fall back,
Hard to laugh when unable to breathe,
As you lay sprawled out on top of me,
Causing wounds to lick them clean,
Devine desire to drown me in vodka,
Strapped to the table and cut off at the knees,
Cover the floor with what leaks from me,
Painting over what was stained to conceal,
You can touch me if you doubt this is real,
Should've closed your eyes,
Before they became empty shells,
Couldn't see me slide across your back,
Couldn't see the blade across your neck,
An eye for an eye some may say,
You are the one that wanted to play,
Adora
