Poems from The Mackled Beauty
I'm not the blushing bride,
Or the homecoming queen.
I'm not the girl you take home to see your mother,
or the woman who's given respect...
So we went to Persephone
and gathered her tears
in a tiny glass bottle
that held all of our fears
She begged and she screamed
for our...
There are a thousand things I want to scream at you
make you understand the pain you put me through:
The bullet in my head and
the...