I’m 13,
I’m 5’6,
I’m 113
I was a Heliotrope,
flowering late,
flourishing insignificantly
my heart was hopeful,
my heart was soft,
my heart was hurt
skinnier girls on diets,
skinnier girls on strict regimens,
my heart hurt for them
I’m 16.
I’m 5’6 1/2,
I’m 90
I was a Wolffia,
feeble and frail,
failing to see the problem
my heart was humiliated,
my heart was somber,
my heart was humbled,
mother watching my eating,
mother afraid for me,
my heart was humbled for her
I’m 19,
I’m 5’7,
I’m 122
I’m a Juliet Rose,
fiery I’ll walk and dance and sing,
fearlessly I
early morning coffee burns,
with swaying toffee hips,
stirring sugar sticks with sullen,
hissing, biting mess
scorching s’mores on fire,
and cotton candy wisps,
chocolate covered body,
lemon fingertips
sugar high,
a little sly,
without a time of day
tart steps on absinthal,
sweet and sour hell
cause you’ve got bitter lips,
sugar tits
Sleepy Eyed Girl by Did-I-Hear-Torture, literature
Literature
Sleepy Eyed Girl
ivory bones within nebulous tones,
maundering breath,
with wandering drones,
pawning her off,
with the ruins of trones,
where she lay,
as a clone,
of herself.
you promised me stargazing,
but all you gave me,
were constellations down my leg
you promised me walks on the beach,
but all you gave me,
was sand down my throat
you promised me hot cocoa in the winter,
but all you gave me,
were blue toes and a cold nose
you promised me we'd bake cookies,
but all you gave me,
was cigarette burns along my arms
you promised me cuddled up move nights,
but all you gave me,
were soggy cheaks and a stinging lip
you promised me so much,
but the only promise you've kept,
was that you'd never leave
wrists are bruised from an elastic,
mind's corrupted from the plastic
thighs are bleeding from a pin,
what a story this has been
lips are bitter from the tears,
what are these drastic fears
lungs are burning from the run
well this has been pretty damn fun
I’m 13,
I’m 5’6,
I’m 113
I was a Heliotrope,
flowering late,
flourishing insignificantly
my heart was hopeful,
my heart was soft,
my heart was hurt
skinnier girls on diets,
skinnier girls on strict regimens,
my heart hurt for them
I’m 16.
I’m 5’6 1/2,
I’m 90
I was a Wolffia,
feeble and frail,
failing to see the problem
my heart was humiliated,
my heart was somber,
my heart was humbled,
mother watching my eating,
mother afraid for me,
my heart was humbled for her
I’m 19,
I’m 5’7,
I’m 122
I’m a Juliet Rose,
fiery I’ll walk and dance and sing,
fearlessly I
early morning coffee burns,
with swaying toffee hips,
stirring sugar sticks with sullen,
hissing, biting mess
scorching s’mores on fire,
and cotton candy wisps,
chocolate covered body,
lemon fingertips
sugar high,
a little sly,
without a time of day
tart steps on absinthal,
sweet and sour hell
cause you’ve got bitter lips,
sugar tits
Sleepy Eyed Girl by Did-I-Hear-Torture, literature
Literature
Sleepy Eyed Girl
ivory bones within nebulous tones,
maundering breath,
with wandering drones,
pawning her off,
with the ruins of trones,
where she lay,
as a clone,
of herself.
you promised me stargazing,
but all you gave me,
were constellations down my leg
you promised me walks on the beach,
but all you gave me,
was sand down my throat
you promised me hot cocoa in the winter,
but all you gave me,
were blue toes and a cold nose
you promised me we'd bake cookies,
but all you gave me,
was cigarette burns along my arms
you promised me cuddled up move nights,
but all you gave me,
were soggy cheaks and a stinging lip
you promised me so much,
but the only promise you've kept,
was that you'd never leave
A LOVE OF FATES, ANOREXIC GUIDE by RJBG, literature
Literature
A LOVE OF FATES, ANOREXIC GUIDE
A storm in a tea cup
All the while, the lonely voices
Shipping ghosts
Alias that hides inside the mirror
In between two, my image of you
An over extended reach
A thoughtless moment
A hand that grabs you from behind
The creature behind the mask,
the monster that lives inside
Slender hearts, playing musical chairs
with my soul
A haunted soul,
lost in the dead
Heartless without a pulse,
a heart without beat
In the killing jar
I caught you there,
lifeless, hollow eyes
Expressionless,
the face of death
On the cutting board,
in a jagged shard of glass
In a broken reflection,
the shadow of a ghost
As I knelt before you and kissed you
Kiss of death,
an exquisite pain
As I smashed that killing jar into a million pieces
As I laid down beside you there to rest
And wept as I bled,
my life, my love away
My soul feels like it is being eaten alive
by shiny words that have no meaning
and by hungry thirsty people
who gulp me down without a second thought
until I eventually become a corpse scratching at the dirt
and clawing my way from the others
But no matter how much I try to leave
I'm still pulled back
and swallowed down into nothingness
My light feels dim
like nothing is being illuminated
on the sidewalks when I roam
but
something calls destructive souls to me
like I'm calling children home for supper and suddenly
there's more than I can imagine
and remember giving birth to
I claw at my throat
to hold back the words I want to really say and
There is a towering lighthouse
Amidst the crashing waves
It's torch is never ending
It's silence never stays
It calls out to the broken
The lost and the afraid
to hope their hearts are opened
And that they could be brave
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