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She can’t afford a veil, so she simply uses tissue paper
Pretending is better than nothing
It is obvious to see that her bones are easy to unravel
Slow and smooth, like silk ribbons
But each caressing fiber lacerates down to her soul
And it leaves her without protection
Her cracked lips are marked with one word
Slabbed in place with red lipstick
So when she stares in the mirror
She would be reminded to smile
She is trapped, barb wired to the solitary stereotype
Hiding accented words because she wants the raw shame to vanish
But she shows only melancholy fears because her hands are dry and empty
Vacillation does not vanish from her judgement
And tracing back to her blackened hole with no way out
Owes to the blood stained eye sore that she has metamorphosed into
More than one shadow is casted
Because she is leaving bells to ring on her hanging rope
So that she can die dreaming of a sweet lullaby
Pretending is better than nothing
It is obvious to see that her bones are easy to unravel
Slow and smooth, like silk ribbons
But each caressing fiber lacerates down to her soul
And it leaves her without protection
Her cracked lips are marked with one word
Slabbed in place with red lipstick
So when she stares in the mirror
She would be reminded to smile
She is trapped, barb wired to the solitary stereotype
Hiding accented words because she wants the raw shame to vanish
But she shows only melancholy fears because her hands are dry and empty
Vacillation does not vanish from her judgement
And tracing back to her blackened hole with no way out
Owes to the blood stained eye sore that she has metamorphosed into
More than one shadow is casted
Because she is leaving bells to ring on her hanging rope
So that she can die dreaming of a sweet lullaby
Literature
Her Life
I saw her life in those eyes
with cut-throat stares
and withered looks of daze,
each lid half open
and their cores darted where
they thought it was safe.
Her pupils swirled as hurricanes
with streaks of rain
maroon across a razor blade.
Sharing what words can't speak
and luring in the
sting of the day.
I saw her life in that skin,
painted with a tiny needle that could
delve deeper in what she knew
and who she was, then what.
Like an apple tossed aside to rot
darted across were plum-hue stains
and beautiful scars, an abstract dance of
healing and hurt.
Covered in what she screamed,
her body was masked in poetry,
long-tol
Literature
Describe life.
The blooming at spring,
faithful rendition of life.
Yet such a fickle thing,
plucked easily by strife.
Through every thorn,
In every stem.
From since we're born,
Until the end.
The pain continues,
life goes on.
Deep breaths and the issues,
will soon begone.
Though life as it were,
not that easy.
The pain is unsure,
just keep busy.
You've made it so,
the day is done.
Little did you know,
you have not yet won.
So struggle, keep forward.
With pain, with hardship.
Through trouble, go toward.
May the table of life flip.
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Literature
aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
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Great defense mechanisms!!!