Author: ink colored PM
on spotless mirrors.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 153 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-28-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2974926
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i am a soulless heart of stone and there are
dandelions, weeds, weeds, in my eye sockets,
a willow tree in my chest and there is nothing
quite like living without breathing.
i am a shell, hollow, like the chocolate bunnies
i get on easter (funny how i celebrate holidays
based around things i don't believe in) whose
ears i always eat first, one big bite, deafening.
i am driving down a busy street, flying past
prettyperfect houses full of fakelying families,
too fast, too fast, far too fast to be safe and
my arm is dangling out the window and the
radio is on full blast and isn't this how it's
supposed to be?
i am a leech, a demon, a monster, full of ghouls
and hate and misery and storms fucked fucked
fucked up messed up weird stupid annoying and
i am just so confused.