flea in terror
scratching gnawing biting picking bleeding
scabbing flaking
agony agony
a drawing of a feather.
whose
(whores)
whose pen is this?
It's bleeding
leeding
eeding
eding
ding
ing
ng
g
It doesn't even work.
Nobody wants to hear your stupid poem about potatoes.
the clothes on my back. me on your back
this isn't fucking twilight.
dead.
5 comments:
No you're not. We all have crazy notebooks hiding somewhere.
My thoughts while reading this were "I am not alone!"
This is not fucking twilight, is kind of funny.
how do you explain what we've been thru than??? and the way i sparkle in the sun? xoxoxoxxxxxxxxooooo
um....that was kind of brilliant.
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