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Oct 2018 · 466
Alice
Sadhippie Oct 2018
I'm no beauty queen
and I chopped off my hair to make sure
everyone knew that.
The ash from the tip of my burning cigarette
is the same dark, grey color of my lungs-
and I like it that way.
There's a hole in my black tights but
I wear them with my red dress anyway.
I'll slap on some lipstick and take a few pills to
fall back down the rabbit hole.
The best part is
I won't remember why my
two dollar mascara ran down my face.
So I won't regret a single thing.
Oct 2018 · 233
sip
Sadhippie Oct 2018
sip
A hand
slowly moves its way
                                 down
and I can feel my body turn
to water.
The secret
ingredient
to ***
is love.
Sep 2018 · 123
French
Sadhippie Sep 2018
I learned a whole new language
so I could whisper
***** things in your ear.

Je te veux.
and I still do.
Sep 2018 · 104
Noise
Sadhippie Sep 2018
Oh, so you think you can fill this hole with something that feels like music? Something that sounds warm?

Cold bodies don’t ******* feel warm. At the end of the night, your temporary song is over. You’re alone.

In the quietest, coldest room with nothing to keep you warm, but that **** CD he gave you, on your birthday.

It doesn’t get better.

It gets worse before it gets anything like better.
Sep 2018 · 284
Home
Sadhippie Sep 2018
Rest your head
in between the legs that fed you
when you were hungry
Let me be your home
Sep 2018 · 238
Snack
Sadhippie Sep 2018
I know that he's hungry
for the missing crumbs
that had fallen from your lips
when you had tried to
c o n s u m e
me.
But what do I have left?
Just an empty cracked dish
from your mother's china cabinet.

— The End —