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“Who?” Watercolor, 6×6 [OC]
Bullets
I take bullets by mouth.
White and round and oblong and square
Poison.
You want me sterile
Until you decide
What to plant inside me.
I’m just a woman
With hips and lips
And the balls to decide
What to put into my mouth.
Washing down the small white dose is
My ritual cleansing of
Psychopathy and
Your possessive expectations.
And then I breathe
Pure thoughts
Released by these
small bullets of freedom.
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The Circus
There once was a girl who went down
To the circus that came into town
She sucked dick for money
And thought, “this tastes funny”
On her knees while she pleasured the clown
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Watercolor and Graphite
Watercolor
Watercolor DNA
Watercolors
Enjoy her
I’m going away a while,
My body will take my place.
Enjoy yourself.
Don’t be embarrassed,
I won’t be here to see what you’ve done.
No repurcussions
What will you do?
Who will you make me for you?
Now I’ll go and you
Enjoy her. No, really it’s fine.
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Girl
Girl on a
Fashion mag
Defined by stillettos and a
Burkin bag
The word celebrity, a
Masquerade
Because she’s only a product
Society made
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Etheree
I hated opening the body bags
Of infants zipped inside white plastic
My brain would try to protect me
Show my eyes a perfect doll
But there was no safety
When I picked them up
Because no doll
Ever felt
Cold as
Ice
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Protests
My snooze alarm protests consciousness.
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Sketch
Martyr
“If you kill him, you’ll make him a Martyr.”
“But if I don’t, he’ll rape me even harder.”
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The Cycling
Yesterday I slept
Today I rejoice
Tomorrow I regret
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Dendrites
The neuron curls its dendrites
Into balloon animals
Kids laugh
And it spells your name in the air
Then it’s ball of lacy strings
A knot of nothing
And only loses its energy
When it cannot be seen
Gravity
When depression
Lifts its oppression
And mood shifts
Switches
Not gradually
Or with warning
I feel
Smile
I can’t control it
My heart pounds
Empathetic energy
Types words of encouragement
To strangers
But again
Hateful
Switches
I hate you
I want to fuck
Shut the fuck up!
My skull pieces
Pulsate
The content
Fragmented and sharp
Hypomania’s
Beautiful Fibonacci sequences
Have been ripped apart
And left me with the garbage
Normalcy exerts
It’s oppressive gravity
She holds me
For now
Fucked up Dance
Love and Hatred
Dance
My chest heaves with thier
Pounding steps
The image clears
I see
Joy and Hatred are the same person
And Apathy another enemy
Fuck
I just can’t process
Clarity passes again
Electronic colors in wave
And the unnatural whir
Of the fireplace insert
I can’t crack this shell without dying
Neurotransmitters
Gauzy wings vibrate,
Norepinephrine’s flight.
Her stinger penetrates,
Norepinephrine’s fight.
Pungent
Some may call cautery pungent. But after smelling burning flesh all day, all cooking meat smells delicious.
-LRose
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