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[ourgirlofsorrows]

The Scandalous Effect of Split Knees and Light Cerulean (at a loss)

A little less touching under ghost wraps of fingerprints My brain feels like the veins of a burning city while I cage my bird-like memory We’re rocking to the jingle of falling teeth back and forth, breathing histamine

I now keep ash in my pocket next to a lipstick stain for the way I promised Inside this rusting train car your bones fossilise Only once you lose your worth answers seem to arrive

Please just let me go quietly don’t mention this again I’m melting the metal of our cheap jewellery If he weren’t our cherub friend things could have turned to trinkets instead Pull in or drop, forget gravity

I now keep ash in my pocket next to a lipstick stain for the way I promised Inside this rusting train car your bones fossilise Only once you lose your worth answers seem to arrive

Time is dead to me dead to me dead to me

Sub-dermal scars or superficially marred? Under rusted train cars our cold bones rot If you told me I had killed you would I care enough?

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Bob Ross Takes the Bus With Her but I’m Not Sure Who Put the Fork in Her Tongue (Misguided Trust)

The window is open and the neighbours are out shouldn’t we stop screaming so loud? “Forget the stares, let the red water drip we don’t laugh for their attention” Steal the fire Slip on wine Medusa’s letting her hair down I don’t know what to believe anymore

Through the glint of her knife, you’re cold Is this feeling even real? Lie on the grass covered in blood from your back That snake laughs, “You knew and left no warning”

The marker is dark and the ink smells sour are you sure we should color the wall? “Dance with me, let the concealer fade only we know of this fight” Climb the Alps Wonder why You’re slowly skinning me alive with each breath you take away from me

Through the glint of her knife, you’re cold Is this feeling even real? Lie on the grass covered in blood from your back That snake laughs, “You knew and left no warning”

A body to catch another cent from the selfish Alone caught in chains How do I prove that I’m not worthless

Attraction might mask danger Or is it the danger itself? Through the glint of the knife, you’re cold Is this feeling even real?

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Be careful who you count among the living (look at me twice)

Has it been ingrained in your mind yet that you can see your corpse in the bed? Your feet are going to touch the ground soon once they do you should take off running (escape the cells, they’ll never accept you anyways)

Focus on adrenaline being pushed around I’m sure your rotting, maggot infested heart can still relocate substances underneath your fading skin

Don’t look directly at the reflective glass your glowing red eyes are exactly what you once feared and you can feel the rigid horns protruding from your skull all on your own (you don’t need their help)

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Phenolphthalein soaked bones are all the rage this periodt

They were caught saying that us fish are poets gurgling out words between shallow breaths of diluted water. But the snowmen can’t dream with melted lungs, so how are their ghosts meant to be seen against the paleness of crushed childhood truths?

Every stringless skeleton in a classroom is the chemical-laced reflection of ten in a closet. Don’t forget to fortify it with the powder of a tortoise shell, or it’s true porcelain nature might shine through.

Just because the sand of a thousand rusting dunes is calling to you, doesn’t mean you have to jump. Sometimes there’s mud made with a raindrop squeezed from the last leaf tumbling off a dying tree.

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Harry Houdini can hold his own (damn hand)

Can I scream enough to keep the bars aligned? Shocking current twists words into cries Some warnings should be ignored, I’m sure the metal’s fine, no debate

So, I encourage, increase the voltage Don’t mind me, I’m just biding my time

Now underneath fluorescent light, flashing patterns without mise I’ll know an exit hatch where the green glows Grasp at flaws in the future’s clause You won’t own me anymore

Can I bleed enough to keep the scars behind? Running water twists words into cries Pretty sure the jacket is straight, face my soles to the sky, no escape

“A little blood rush to the head isn’t what will be your end.”

Now while the pages stay alight, flaming imprints from your eyes I’ll find an escape plan where the smoke flows Grasp at straws in the future’s claws You can’t have me anymore

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Teen angst doesn’t owe you an explanation about growing up (but you’ll get it anyways)

The doctor has lost his clipboard It’s guaranteed he won’t get it back He wasn’t helping anyone anyways So rip off his lab coat and bow tie then teach him to have some fun

All of the parents that point their fingers are really just in search of my head Little do they know it’s already fell to the floor Good thing we’re already at the hospital

The nurse has just lost her scrubs Like her they were brand new She wasn’t working hard anyways So throw out her sneakers and hair tie then teach her to have some fun

All of the parents that point their fingers are really just in search of my head Little do they know it’s already fell to the floor Good thing we’re already at the hospital

Either tie me up in the psych ward or I’ll roam these bustling halls of pain

The patient has lost his sanity Pretty sure he won’t find it again He didn’t like it much anyways So rip out his tubes and monitors then teach him to have some fun

They all talk like their chests will cave in Can’t smell cigarette smoke in a hospital Give me shot and call me a good girl Then hang me up on the crowded Hall of Pain

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I apologise for who was harmed in the making of this memory

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way I left before It’s only right that I’m leaving indefinitely now I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the hurt when I wasn’t (superficially) pained to full the extent I wasn’t there to lessen the pain for you, I wasn’t there to hide me and you, (you and me) away and laugh over their attempts at self medicating with displacing words and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to bandage your wounds I’m sorry for bailing when you wanted me again and I’m sorry that I don’t seem to need you anymore (lies lie awake at night)

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Tip toeing on rooftops is asking for trouble

Lies litter my lyrics, spoken and played twisted arms lead to twisted spines (let me go) Shine a sun dissolving beam watch my dried blood still lingering From the cracks in the cement on your guitar, drips thick ink all it does is dissolve my tough skin

The bitter taste burns a seam along your throat (what, can’t you scream?) Swallow, like the ground will me Reach out as I sway on a dire strait hurry, don’t cause my wrist to snap

Gravity is what faults the stars (take the blame) so ignore the reflected disgrace, in your mother’s eyes, bear the cries

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Excuse me, would you prefer my metallic hair on fire or ice?

You squeezed your fingers around my heart until it turned purple, injured in the war somewhere between my mind and my emotions It burst underneath, along the jagged metal while friction sparks flew all around Be careful or the residue could catch alight

I’m sorry for wanting to follow in your footsteps, track the bootprints pressed beside the tracks I can feel the fantom rumble of the train in my joints like the way your jewellery cracks against the desk

I wonder if the silver strings glinted in the sun together the same way cracked smiles bend a single ray of light, unless one is painted the symbol of a lost fight

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Why doesn't your volcano have baking soda too?

I can feel the acid rising, threatening to explode this isn’t a children’s science fair anymore

All the ceilings of my childhood homes have crumpled into a pile over my head Sprouting something different, a brand new pain I can feel it growing somewhere in my veins

A piece of a person can never be lost no matter how abandoned it might be Yet I still try to kick it to the curb, every night when they think I’m at peace

Sometimes I wonder if the chaos will ever be erased maybe it will always be up to me to escape But my greatest fear is that the escape is only temporary that whatever has been chasing me for all these years will finally catch up to its target and my fears

So throw me a horseshoe attached to a rope I’ll tell you a story and watch as above it floats

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Josh was being satanic again and things got weird

Line the whitewashed walls with graffitied red sigils Sit on the edge between singing in the key of freedom and dreaming in hospital beds Melted poppies don’t dry adults don’t dance in their rain

Hum the tune of rustling book papers emptied with secrets then refilled with knives A little blood on the carpet isn’t that slippery Don’t question the chanting of lies

Children wander alone down the sheltered wood road Do the drops count as tears if the rain leaves crystals behind Cut them down from their capes hanging on low tree fingers Every poet thinks they can fly

Scream the tune of rustling book papers emptied with secrets then refilled with lies A little blood on the carpet isn’t that scary Don’t question the ending of lives

Just breathe deep and nod when they smile and say I swear you won’t feel any pain

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Burying flowers next to an empty grave

If happiness doesn’t come from money, why are only blades of diamonds able to extract liquid rubies? Underneath red-spattered ceramic run metallic pipes to carry the liquid away, along with my cries.

I’d let you steal the flowers from my grave, but you’re already just the rose leaning against my blank tombstone. Pretty soon you’ll be blown away by the wind Maybe your beauty will be appreciated and someone will pick you up off the cracked pavement, or you could be left to face a collision on your own (even if it hits you, it will always be your fault)

Legend says that the salt from tears can never truly dissolve stains left from crushed rose petals But when you see my signature splashed over the paper, with letters arranged in a way that is meant to mean something, please feel. Don’t forget.

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Grimness does not discriminate based on lighted candles

You wished for death in your fondest memory in which unfairness is the explanation as to why this is what runs through your mind right now. Not then. Look at me when I speak.

Children reaching sickly thin arms through the bars of their cages, watch over the unnatural indentations of the gaps in between their muscle and their bones where the skin pulls tight, baring all the pain, the past, even though it has been so short, don’t feel bad if you tear your eyes away. That’s all everyone ever does.

I was pulled too close. I stared right into the eyes Familiar eyes, ones I’d searched inside of before, that I felt when I reached up to my face in an attempt to gouge the orbs out of my skull (But would they pull out memories with them?)

It triggered the recollection of a reflection, trembling, when those lying, stealing pupils still held hope

Open your throat to scream, but for now I ignore my ears

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The threshold between independence and helplessness

People might not change but they do grow That’s why all precautions were taken, and not the hazmat suit kind Languages were learnt and lost along with relationships across hemispheres, continents and countries a little seed sprouted that ruined gardening for me

If all went well you wouldn’t ever know

If that’s how you feel you don’t have to show it I know it’s hard, but I learnt to board it up even though my shoddy carpentry left a few cracks I just didn’t want to be alone anymore, that’s why I did it I swear but now you make me feel even more alone than before

Oh yeah? Well fuck you, I want her back too

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Silence

So sew that zip onto your lips, assembling a more effective barrier than the one taught to young ages (But could it have potential? Inside, behind or in the post-apocalyptic future?) It traps the relentless questioning, fear and pain inside mangled neurotic neural pathways and racing electrons that are in no way neutral

Make it indestructible titanium and fireproof or boiling blood will prove that it can be set ablaze The blood bubbling up from the wounds Wounds caused by knives to a soul A soul once ageless and carefree Taught to be shrivelled up and ignored.

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the so called epitome of life

sanity hanging on by a thread of that string swinging the sound of fraying twanging by and hitting eardrums in the velocity of flying by and smashing into buildings

coffin doors will be suspicious crimson, ghastly scarlet blood red of fragmented calcium stones stained with liquid pain and marred organs freshly unable to be donated

secret-ridden guts once released but never seen hidden away for fear of discovery and analysis, being prodded being displayed, laid bare and defenceless

weakness.

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Contortionist of cerebral implication (Mrs. Thoughts)

This mind twisting game of a gypsy is something different to the journey made While her hair bends but doesn’t break her tattoo attacks like a beast does pray

Sense those crystal eyes of glowing dark burning empty of incense in wanting passion With a flick of a smooth, bejewelled wrist all logic becomes a forgotten fleeting notion As breathing fades and crimson light grows cold they don’t seem to notice the captivating poison

It isn’t natural; not all suits age is just a number Let heavy perfume settle and linger in slumber

A decision in pain to leave it a story untold until one day at the playground swaying on mud Inadequate, estranged, lost under cherry blossoms rehashing the day she wrote tombstone in blood