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Poppy. |
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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Saddened mask of yesterdays make up Tousled hair and shrunken veins The tinselled high life long forgotten In her world of constant pain ~ Selling her favours for a pittance Placating a demon that never rests Petty crimes, begging letters Sunken beauty, sagging breasts ~ Living with the beast within her Ringing sweat from every pore Demanding, pleading, ever feeding That always open hungry maw ~ New Cross station Monday morning Bored commuters, London rain Poppy killed her screaming torment Underneath the city train. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
That is one way to go about taking care of your hurting. Gruesome, but effective. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Such misery can become unbearable. A very sad real life story, Cari. Margherita |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
So very sad but well written Cari. Ida |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Hope through help never came to this messy life..when I read things like this it makes me thankful for the path I have taken, thankful that my life has not ended in a situation under steel wheels, in a train station... "There but for fortune, go you and I" A gritty, and real poem..just like I like them sometimes.. "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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