
That feeling-when you walk by-that feeling that makes me want to hide and run, consumes me. The insecure feeling that blossoms in my chest is one only you can produce. And it swallows me like a black hole.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Romance - Words: 248 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3064855
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Black Hole
My mouth is a black hole.
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I want to swallow myself,
Starting with my skin.
So I don't glow fair
And roses can't blossom on my cheeks.
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I want to consume my heart
So it can't kick and start
No more pumping blood
No racing for you, no sir.
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I want to demolish my eyes
So I cannot "accidentally" see you
No colors in your dark brown eyes
No weakening my façade.
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I want to gnash apart my lungs
Stifling the chance to catch my breath
Empty chest,
Void of giddy laughter.
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I want to subdue my lips
Fantasies of four soft pillows gone
Words and scripts cut short
"I love you"s resigned.
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I want to smash my bones
So I will melt into a pile
Hiding, retreating within myself
No, no
You won't see me.
And I won't be afraid of you.
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My mouth is a black hole.
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A/N: 'Ey, why don't I spittle up some more anti-romantic poetry while I'm still on this kick? Okay, sure. Very grotesque and demented, but I picture it as a girl who claws open her mouth, down her throat to where her chest is, revealing a black hole (no guts or anything nasty) and crawls in herself to hide. Nothing dealing with actual entrails. Nooo thanks. I'll probably draw a picture of it when I have time. Okay, peoples, please no stealing and thanks for reading!
-Shannon :)
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