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annabbelle(two ays, two enns, two bees, two ells, to ease)

i met a girl who wanted two
of everything, to
reach out for your hand, so she could have another one, too.
memoir...pink tinted bath water grape-red
tongue purple bruises blooming
pale thighs angry teeth torn skin
writing until i learned to cry to
scream hurtinghurtinghurting
but all i remember was thinking

where was my mother?
abstract politician soup???????
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???????

that makes more sense than the world,
maybe if some changes are made.
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just put them together,
those odd strange figures.

will dipping them in paint
that's a nice coati am not your god, your saint, the
answer to your insecurities. i am
just a half-bruised whore, hiding
my filth under a bent spine. i am
anger and scarred skin covering weak
bones and hiding the nightmare,
wishing for a martyr's death,
unforgettable, unforgivable, inescapable.

your nails are still digging into my wrists
but you're not here. you left, taking your
sins with you but you're never gone.

i will always be here, with my shaking
fingers, delicate dancing on the edge
of my smile, sifting through memories
and awkward words meant to convey
emotions i don't even understand,
lost somewhere, sinking inside my t
In Search of Dreaming
I wonder for how long
This thing has been living inside me.
A hidden, dormant
Deformity
Waiting to emerge,
The unintelligible secret
Spilling from a mouth left ajar
And the dilapidation of broken synapses
Taking place.
Dumbly obscene.

At night in my dreams,
I am whole again,
And I can run
The way I can speak French flawlessly in the dreaming.
My hair streams behind me,
Kissed in moonlight
As I sail, swift,
In its silver remission,
And my lungs can hold
The breadth of the heavens
There in the limitless
Expanse of their space.
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I whispered

I hate being alien
and vulnerable and
angry.
:iconlizmoohno:
!Lizmoohno Oct 11, 2011
It's amazing when you find something like this you can relate to.
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