Sunday, April 29, 2018

nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine in a million


just another patient

just another pretty sad face

mommy and daddy didn't love her, same as everybody else

won't eat won't fuck won't breathe, pretend there is no weight in these secrets, pretend and smile and pretend

shame stitched into her stomach lining

cuts herself into ten thousand pieces held in pale hands

i don't want these, take them

just another pretty sad face

just another fucking sob story


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but i am lying. don't you see? in this picture, there is more there. yes, this one taken drunkenly at midnight. there are poems in those eyes.

maybe i am made of backlighting and the real me is hard to see. grainy yet and elusive, but something there. something there.

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