she buried her heart under layers of frost
dragged it up when summer came, vibrant and pure
and put it back in her hollow chest
even with her heart back, she’s still heartless
and the madness descends with violent alarms
it is razors slashing arteries
it is a haunt in the glimmer of a dawn cemetery
it is the wingtip of a demon caressing her face
and there is no safe place
she lay in the bluebells with blood on her wrists
swallowing vicodin, covered in mist
a saint in a red dress with a cross to bear
she is scarlet sirens wailing on quiet avenues
she is a butterfly with tattered wings
she is a ghost haunting a maze
wanderi
"Come one,
come all,
to the booth of gold trim,
and reddest rust walls!"
~*~
I've the fanciest wares,
unparalleled fares,
items and designs,
surely, one of kind,
spinny metallic doodads,
twinkling trinkets,
voodoo masks,
hat's with a disappearing rabbit,
trickster magnets,
boards of the Ouija.
~*~
Psst,
follow me to the darker side,
where I undoubtedly keep;
my most unequaled find,
no need to creep,
welcoming you all in,
to the world's last two Vicodin,
above adorning spotlights,
the last place you can possibly,
behold such an incredible sight,
but, please, spare me the bribes and wails,
as I've said many times before,
THEY ARE NOT FOR SALE!
Those Pretty Little Pills by royalocean, literature
Literature
Those Pretty Little Pills
nothing feels better than that moment
when those pretty little pills kick in
and i feel the world around me begin to melt
and my mind goes numb and my body tingles
and i feel the overwhelming sensation of euphoria
white pill, spotted pink
circular white pill, scored
oval pill, scored
blue pill, coated
pink pill, coated
green pill, coated
my vice comes in all shapes and sizes and colors
there's no discrimination or prejudice with which
i take them
only the high that i chase when i swallow them down
each pill is another piece of me
falling apart
convinced i'm not an addict
i'm just self medicating
using these pills to run away
from what the