by Jenn   Jun 29, 2008

Her face is wild, uncontrollable
Like an undisciplined child's
Her cheekbones move up and down
They morph as easy as clay
Her skin is caked and beady
As she stumbles over syllables
Stumbles, saying something pointless

I watch her from the corner of my mind
If I were to get any closer
I'd probably see too much
(Or see right through her)
Either way, I couldn't bear the sight
Of two shiny eyes
Staring at nothing,
Because the black, baby space in her mind
Is more appealing than my own Goddamn face

She is dividing right before me
This leg is no longer here
That arm belongs to another year
Maybe she'll be whole tomorrow
She'll hate herself and I'll give her a bottle
She'll close her eyes and forget the world
Now, it doesn't matter if things are forgotten
By a drunken doll who plays with time


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  • 11 years ago

    by Saving Grace

    I agree with the comment above ^^
    Im not positive what youve written about, but it can be open to many suggestions and different interpretations. Again its very unique, and descriptive. Keep it up. 5/5