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Covered in a casual masquerade mask-
Mascara smears my stubborn lashes a darker black.
Accidental tears curiously crawl out-
Smearing my painted eyes hidden from other's sight.
Stranger danger attention brings obnoxious embarrassment-
And heat stains my usually uncoloured cheeks a pale pink.
Often I feel I cannot breathe;
As she covers me day after day continuously.
Then there's those awkward moments before our mirror-
I see myself bare,
Only to find I don't recognize myself.
Looking sad without a painted smile-
I think she sees her non-existent dad.
Mascara smears my stubborn lashes a darker black.
Accidental tears curiously crawl out-
Smearing my painted eyes hidden from other's sight.
Stranger danger attention brings obnoxious embarrassment-
And heat stains my usually uncoloured cheeks a pale pink.
Often I feel I cannot breathe;
As she covers me day after day continuously.
Then there's those awkward moments before our mirror-
I see myself bare,
Only to find I don't recognize myself.
Looking sad without a painted smile-
I think she sees her non-existent dad.
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A Few, Famous Weeks...
A Few, Famous Weeks For Forgetting
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He had tied his index finger to her memories with a thread. Whenever he’d raise his fingers at her, she knew he’s talking about her past.
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She wanted him to be precise. But for the moments that went unnoticed, he often rounded-off her memories.
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When she walked out of his heart, she forgot to tell him where she kept the key to their cupboard. They had designed their cupboard to be airtight. To keep their memories safe from the fungus and bacteria. It was an alternative to their own hearts.
She had taken his alternative away, forever - he thought.
This morning, she had steppe
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Childhood Memories
Time became lost,
As i relived the memories flashing through my mind.
Wanting to explode from my mouth,
Poisonous words clawing up my throat, choking me.
The words i had practiced over and over again in front of the same mirror for years
It was dragged back down my throat,
Dissolving into the acid of my belly,
Never to be heard,
But by the ears of my screeching mind.
They could tell that they had gone over the line.
A simple question had been asked,
Then silence clung to the awkward room.
She realized her mistake
Concerned when signs of anguish showed in the flash of eyes
Quickly looking away,
My jaws clenching.
"So, tell us all about
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i fade with
stilted shots, the audience
waits for me. choking. oh god
how could this happen
with my throat
twisted up
and my head bound tight
in ropes i'm not sure i want to
untie? snap my brittle
wrists. i'm losing again,
numbers scaling down to a
place i should not be.
a parasite is swallowing
my energy. tests are negative.
i breathe.
--
just as i drift
into
pale, fading sleep,
his fingernails
claw through
the
material of
my skull.
i don't know who he is but i remember
the wooden floor beneath me
the length of my hair
catching under my back
as i struggle
and
how it felt when he
left me on the floor,
limp
tear stre
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Prompt from my creative writing class~ Had to write something in the perspective of a body part/organ etc <3
I chose my face. I look a lot like my biological father whom is not in my life.
I chose my face. I look a lot like my biological father whom is not in my life.
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This tugged at my emotions really painfully...you write so candidly about emotion that it makes it impossible to not get drawn into it.