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teenage drug overdoseburied in ashesteenage drug overdose
and hot white resistance,
you're on my tongue like
metal pushing breaking piercing hot wet sticking maroon gurgling
you're sinking and leaking
out of tubes into my sight.
your face arrives in the reflection of my glassy eyed surprise,
and just past my lips is a deep dark secret that no one could ever figure out
lying on this floor,
cold linoleum scraping green and purple against the tight resistance of
tense muscle screaming raw throats out in horror of the thin string
i will save my


matthewmatthew sleeps under my bed,matthew
because my clock ticks louder than his and he likes the noise,
but the numbers fall off of it every morning,
so i leave them on the dusty wood floor for him to pick up and put back.
i secretly think he can't count because when it's noon i can see the moon,
and because when i ask him how important i am to him he says i'm one in a million.
matthew eats at exactly one oh three, and always saves a seat for me,
even though i'm always gone.
he only goes out when he knows i'm not there,
because if i'm the


Pigs With CancerMomma started smoking again.Pigs With Cancer
It forms in ebbs and clouds like a plague above her head like a watchdog, snapping viciously,
But it seems that whenever I cry out I'm the only one who sees it.
And I started eating my feelings,
Again.
But I must be immune to stupid choices because my weight stumped, like my growth.
I remember wondering what was wrong with me when I started being someone else
And it was odd.
My reality hit me like a train and dropped me off two stops sooner than
Every other girl got what they wanted.


Run AwayI should've known you were nothing but trouble.Run Away
But even with my limbs sprawled out with the spasms and aches,
Your wide eyes were nothing more than everything I wish I could be,
In the most literal sense.
And sometimes I wish I was badass, like those girls with boys in between their teeth,
But I'd rather have you in between my teeth.
It's gettin' near dawn,
And the subliminal message stretched across my ceiling is a warning sign
Of how perfect my eyes are when I'm immune to the scent of betrayal.
A haze of pigments become fi
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Hug please
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Love isn't a cage, but a key to liberate from the loneliness.
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Is this noise suppose to be a secret?
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