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awhile back i met a girl
a girl with a mouth all cut up
from speaking too many broken promises.
i guess i can hardly blame her,
i could see how the earthquakes
in her eyes wracked her mind.
her lips were painted crimson
from cuts on the inside of her cheeks
and she could hardly speak past
the mouthful of lies she spit
at her doctors, her parents
her sister, her brother, her best friend
"i'm okay, you see," she whispered
blood dripping past pearly whites
draped in a pained smile.
"i'm doing much better."
her words were sharp like
shattered glass and squirmed their way
past tightened lips and onto her sleeve
as she whispered to me
"we all ******* die eventually. everything just ******* dies."
awhile back,
i saw a girl in the mirror with mouth full of scars.
 Sep 2016 Mary Harris
b e mccomb
i can't even explain
how much i just
love being a
disappointment

(i hate making decisions
because whatever i
choose i will experience
extreme guilt and regret)


how much i love standing
in the kitchen at seven a.m.
being told i'm going back
to therapy until i'm fixed

repairing a car that
keeps on breaking down
is not cost effective
and is very frustrating

(you get mad when i don't
say what i'm really thinking
but when i say what i'm
thinking nobody listens)


i just love staying up
all night and not
breathing for a week
and never going outside

(avoiding churches
certain music
riding in cars
parking garages
elevators
crowded places)


being surrounded
and told that i just
have to face my fear
because i am

i do it every morning
when i wake up and
remember that
i'm still alive.
Copyright 8/22/16 by B. E. McComb
1, The princess never has to do anything for herself
2, The princess isn't allowed to do anything for herself
3, The princess must do exactly as is said by everyone else

Strike the first from the list- this is the real world, no time for fantasy
The other two work out, the second especially now that

Time is splitting away! This down the rabbit hole, this through the looking glass, until
all that's left is a shame, there's no time at all for the princess

Lock your lips, breathe in, breathe out.
How do you keep choosing and choosing to do the right thing
when time and again
everyone else pushes poisoned apples and sharp spindles down your throat?

Take your orders, little marionette, dance away your nights and days
Tatter your shoes, dear princess, step by weary step in this dazzling cage
And pray that when the music stops
someone will notice that you have started to fade.
 Sep 2016 Mary Harris
elizabeth
I taught myself
how to open my eyes
underwater
so I could see
without assistance
what others could not

My wide open eyes
and screaming self-talk
were not enough
to get under
the chlorine surface

It wasn't until
I shut my lids tight
that I was able
to finally see

Diving deep in the dark
I awoke to find
a blurred blue-green vision
of plastic rings
and painted toes

I'm no longer afraid
of closing my eyes
when I so badly
want them open

I look around
when I reach the bottom
exhaling out thought bubbles
popping clearly through
muted waves
 Sep 2016 Mary Harris
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delete.
 Sep 2016 Mary Harris
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I'm sitting here trying to put my thoughts into words.
Trying to take my mind and type it up
Everytime I start writing I delete it
Like my head
Whenever I start to think
I press delete
Delete my mind
Delete my soul
Delete me
I'm empty now
All this erasing has me hollow
An old dead tree
Looks strong on the outside
Empty on the inside
Just cut me down
Please cut me down
I don't want to be here
Death isn't beautiful, but neither is living.
I just want this bullet to press the delete button in my brain.
I wish I never existed.
Venting
I'm okay just getting it out of my head.
You just sit all alone
Somewhere, where its still dark in the day,
Sheer silence and
Your screaming demons
Which now have become your best friends.

Darkness is now what you seek
Hoping somewhere,
it'll fill your creeks,
But daily as you sit and
not break those self created walls,
Life goes by
while you just fall and fall
I catch you sitting at the diner counter again at 2am, the fourth day in a row. The waitress comes over and hands you a black coffee. I stare, but you don’t turn around and catch me looking. You’re glaring into the mug, like somehow you’ll drown in the warm murky mix. Like somehow if you keep looking your problems will dissipate into the rising steam. Like somehow it’s the answer you’ve been searching for since you were born. You wanted an answer. Something that would make everything come full circle. It’s been years of you driving down an endless highway, passing every exit because you don’t know how to stay in one place. Even ghost towns won’t harbor something so deeply damaged. A person who can only pull the emergency break when they’re afraid they might crash. Crash into what? Not everything walking by you is a catastrophe.  Accidents only occur when you forget to pay attention. Just like how you forgot that your side door mirrors were broken. Those objects are not closer than they appear. You tried to slow down but they only seemed further away. Everything you’re trying to hold on to is slipping through your hands the way sand falls through the hourglass. Tick tock. Did you forget that people need affection if you want them to stay? They are not dolls you can glass-case until you feel like playing with them again. Not everybody enjoys being a toy. How long has it been since someone sat in the passenger seat? The car rides must be lonely when there’s no one around to fill the silence. You can blast the radio as loud as you want to but that won’t block out the hollow feeling in your chest. The one that sits where your heart is supposed to be. Something that music can’t fill. Your mother once told you that history repeats itself but did she mention that only happens when you refuse to change the scenery? If you always stay on the same road you’re never going to snap out of it. Break the curse. Realize that love is sitting at the base of every exit if you weren’t so scared of swerving into oncoming traffic. The only head-on collision that’s going to happen is when you grow too tired of driving alone that you forget to keep your eyes on the road. When you realize you placed yourself in your own hell and your breaks finally give out. When you fall asleep at the wheel and never wake up because you were terrified of letting somebody else steer.
I am
A porcelain doll-
An empty shell

On the outside
I am
Strong

But
On the inside
I am
Empty
This is a work of fiction
He asked me what bothered me at night?
I told him I was haunted by nightmares.
He held me in his arms and said "It'll be alright,
I am here to make them all disappear."




*Last night I had a nightmare again
And your face was all I saw darling.
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