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Miss.Queeny Junior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 22 |
OK, this is a bit scary, but it made me feel better. * Distance * Slowly at first, then faster, faster. In my dream state I vision her, cutting into her old, sagging skin. Suddenly, it has lost it's glamour. Like a gun in my mouth, sucking --- I could think of worse. I close my eyes, as the nausea captures me. It has come too far - It is over. There is a Cancer in this house and it is eating me ; eat, suck, spit, ****. There is a Cancer in this house and I am too young to fight it. Too far gone - Half dead half holding on. Proud, ugly. Beautiful and so utterly ashamed. In my hand it is everything it should be. Exact, cold and hungry, it makes sense to me. Cull the disease, is it you ? Wouldn't you try to remove the Cancer ? xxx Queeny xxx |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
This poem is hard to understanding. Aren't they all? But I can feel th emotions you have tried so very hard to show. |
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Miss.Queeny Junior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 22 |
It's actually about self-abuse, and a dream I had about my mum cutting herself. About how the media makes it look fashionable almost, when the victims are the youthful and beautiful but the thought of middle-aged people doing it is grotesque. Stupid really. Just words. xxx Q xxx |
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