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let's walk on glass & shed our skin,
releasing blood until we're raw,
until bones scrape against the sand,
until we become nothing more than dust.
slit my wrists & feed me nothing but pomegranates;
perhaps i'll believe that i'm eve, dancing around the garden of eden,
wrapping my arms around your neck & whispering 'hello my liege';
choking on cigarette fumes & hollywood lies because 'that's just what people do'.
grab my knuckles painted green & purple with bruises while i read from my journal of pretty words-
deconstruct them into letters & give them personal meaning as i challenge you to be artistic;
'confusing' does not equal 'stardom', sweetheart; no matter how hard you try to explain.
though you did write 'no, no, no' with my name infused within the ink.
let's cage ourselves up in iron bars without food,
discovering how appetizing the flesh cascading upon our cheekbones can be;
let's find out how to shape our tibiae into knives & slice our hair into bits,
watching as they flood our claustrophobic prisons to tone down the stench of rotting appendages & urine.
but no, we're not animals;
we wouldn't eradicate our bodies for the sensation of torture,
nor scream until our esophaguses went out
nor skin each other alive without the use of anesthetics-
right?
releasing blood until we're raw,
until bones scrape against the sand,
until we become nothing more than dust.
slit my wrists & feed me nothing but pomegranates;
perhaps i'll believe that i'm eve, dancing around the garden of eden,
wrapping my arms around your neck & whispering 'hello my liege';
choking on cigarette fumes & hollywood lies because 'that's just what people do'.
grab my knuckles painted green & purple with bruises while i read from my journal of pretty words-
deconstruct them into letters & give them personal meaning as i challenge you to be artistic;
'confusing' does not equal 'stardom', sweetheart; no matter how hard you try to explain.
though you did write 'no, no, no' with my name infused within the ink.
let's cage ourselves up in iron bars without food,
discovering how appetizing the flesh cascading upon our cheekbones can be;
let's find out how to shape our tibiae into knives & slice our hair into bits,
watching as they flood our claustrophobic prisons to tone down the stench of rotting appendages & urine.
but no, we're not animals;
we wouldn't eradicate our bodies for the sensation of torture,
nor scream until our esophaguses went out
nor skin each other alive without the use of anesthetics-
right?
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*spooky music*
The phrase 'slit my wrists' was stuck in my head from since I woke up to a few hours ago, I have a weird thing for dominant/submissive shit (kinkilicious mmm), & I watched Silence of the Lambs last night.
I also wanted to be gruesome. Why?
I MEAN FUCK, LOOK AT THAT BADASS SHIT!
*cough* Aaaaanyways;
did I overdo the gore?
Did I scare the fuck out of you with really subtle (well not really lol) thingamajings?
Did I do a good job with dis?
Also, since of the 'slit my wrists' thing, the writing started to become personal.
AND BEFORE YOU CALL THE PO-PO:
No, I do not intend to attempt cannibalism & torture techniques.
Just wanted to clarify that o-o
-Chell
The phrase 'slit my wrists' was stuck in my head from since I woke up to a few hours ago, I have a weird thing for dominant/submissive shit (kinkilicious mmm), & I watched Silence of the Lambs last night.
I also wanted to be gruesome. Why?
I MEAN FUCK, LOOK AT THAT BADASS SHIT!
*cough* Aaaaanyways;
did I overdo the gore?
Did I scare the fuck out of you with really subtle (well not really lol) thingamajings?
Did I do a good job with dis?
Also, since of the 'slit my wrists' thing, the writing started to become personal.
AND BEFORE YOU CALL THE PO-PO:
No, I do not intend to attempt cannibalism & torture techniques.
Just wanted to clarify that o-o
-Chell
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I could visualize nearly all of it, great job!