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A crooked frame of a picture perfect familyHangs in the hallwayWith the eyes cut outTo imitate the blindness of suburbia The family dog remains in the frameTo tell the tales of an animal
“Naughty Girl!
DO You know?
Where the wicked go?
After Death?”
Asked A Sadist
TO A Small Girl
“They GO
TO Hell”
The Girl replied
“What Must
You DO?
Beauty cannot be measured,
Nor can it possibly be the only thing that matters,
But perception is reality,
And what the human mind believes instantly morphs into truth,
I am a slave to its tyranny,
Who am I?
I am the seconds in between breaths where the thoughts creep in
I am the smile in the sunshine with the windows down in my jeep
My mother is weak
And I cannot stand it
She is feeble, stupid, and plain
Who are you?
And where is the woman that I once knew?
You’re a weakling, darling
A scaredy little ghost
Selfies are stupid,
You can fight me if you think otherwise,
When people take them in public,
I look at them cross-eyed,
What the fuck are you doing,
Why filters exist, is another damn question,
Do you ever get that feeling? That no matter what you do, you can never live up to the expectations? The expectations that are set by your parents or your friends or the society around you?
I've cried
I cry
So much that they have stained my skin
I've spoken
I scream
Either way, you still haven't heard me
I've heard
I listen
And you keep saying the same thing
hair tied up
like her toung in her throat
flowers skattered
like her toughts
high shorts zipped up
like her mouth every day
socks pulled high
likepuffs of smoke leaving her mouth
