Author: Time To Change PM
I can't.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 78 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 10-01-11 - id: 2957197
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Sometimes I scrawl lines across my flesh,
black and blue and long and stretched out
drastically: a mixture of cooked and uncooked
spaghetti sticks, solid and straight, or limp
and soggy, a pretty pattern on my skin.
I pull elastic taut and let the pain of the rebound
envelop my senses. Caging my insanity,
and releasing my words in secret. I'm a pretty,
pretty prisoner, babe. Won't you be my key?