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The Ossuary
By DescendingDown
He
spoke in riddles
That swam (contorting) in my mind
My
tongue lay numb
As if it's begged to move for
days
Teeth grinding behind my stale
prosthetic smile
(My demon's laughter ensues..)
Cuz he crawled
under my skin & I'm bleeding
In my lungs & I'm sinking
3 more
shots & I'm drowning
In a gluttonous affinity for my own pain
My emotional scars
Ripped & torn
By the jagged edges of love's
regret
& I scream at the stars
For cursing my mouth with
the sour taste of deceit
As the mists of sorrows past
Sew shut
the secrets of my quivering lips
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Copyright 2009 Kandice Bush
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A former member wrote:
how we find something redemptive in the ripping apart i'll never know....but you seem to take anything that aches and makes it ache prettily.
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On Monday, October 12, 2009, TheUltimateOutlaw
(43)
wrote:
"3 more shots & I'm drowning In a gluttonous affinity" -- totally dig this line, as well as the ending, I agree with Lolita it was sort of like a sudden stillness following the explosion. Tres bien.
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