Claire Elizabeth

Claire Elizabeth Sep 2013

She can't let them know
The pain she has been through
So she puts on a show
'Bout the places she's been too
With a Halls cough drop
Fresh in her mouth
And a connection with a cop
Somewhere in the south
Living the ways
Of the street savvy hipster
And the scent that always stays
A cold Vics smell, always bitter

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She coughs
And hacks because of the acid that worms
It's way up her throat every time she eats
And the polar green smell of Vics lotion
Blocks out the hint of sick
That wafts about her
And the Halls disguises the
Breath of a bulimic

Claire Elizabeth Sep 2013

Let's Not Worry

The world is a little ****** sometimes
But who cares?
I don't
I just am tired of worrying about the opinions
And the judgments
She is so quiet
Why can't they all just be quiet
I don't point out their flaws
She looks anorexic
Okay, maybe I do
But not like them
God, she wears the dumbest things
I am just, tired
That's......
That's about it
Tired.....
Yeah

Claire Elizabeth Aug 2013

The lilac bunny of the new age love

Woebegone smile
Lost in the dark of a room
Sumptuous lips part with words
Of the long gone past
Lilac scent
Redolent in a delicate nose
Flit about
That dark room
And remember all the lost
And all the past
And all the vanished
Dancing with your heart
Not your mind
Without your body
With the lithe beating
Of the *****
Said to hold love

Claire Elizabeth Aug 2013

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I don't know what happens when I hurt myself
It is like a big slippery thing comes up my throat
And chokes me
Forcing me to hurt because if I don't
I will explode with pain
And my insides ******* into knots
So that I have to curl into
A sewn together ball of tears
And sweat and
The blood wells to the surface of my skin
But doesn't break it
Because it is only bruises
And the day that the bones stitched into my
Body
Appear behind a paper layer of skin
With the blue veins tracing delicately
Beneath the flesh of wrists and necks
Or should I sat the lack of flesh
And then I won't cry the shivering sobs
Of the midnight hour
With the street lamps shining through my window
And the pendulum clock ticking in the corner
Then I won't shiver myself to sleep anymore

Claire Elizabeth Aug 2013

The Not-erfly

I am a social
Not-erfly
One of the outcasts
From that group
Of people
You sneer at
Whatever

Claire Elizabeth Aug 2013

My Demons

The demons
Hover
Just outside my
Peripheral
Vision
They lie
In slinking wait
For the slip
Of my eye
Or the move of
My head
To attack my hands
And force
Them to do
Things I wanted
To do
Anyway
Then they flit away
To
Tattle on me
To my parents
Tell them
Secrets
About my hips
She bruised them
She hurt them
She
Is
Crazy
They drift
Back to me
Wide and
Wicked smiles
Spread across
Their
Gruesome faces
And they hover
Just outside
My little
Circle of
Light
Which isn't
Much anymore
Because they
Know how to
*****
It
Out
She is worthless
She is alone
She
Is
*Crazy

Claire Elizabeth Jul 2013

Skinny or Not

She thinks that puking will make her
Pretty
She believes that starving will make her
Beautiful
She thinks that cuts lined up on her arm will make her
Pitiful
She believes that bruises dotted on her thighs will make her
Lovable
She thinks that suicide will make her
Better
She believes that not being alive will make her
Fixed
She thought that bulemia would have made her
Pretty
She thought that anorexia would have made her
Beautiful
She thought that cutting would have made her
Pitiful
She thought that bruising herself would have made her
Loveable
She thought that suicide would have made her
Better (It just made her dead)
She thought that not being alive would have made her
Fixed (It just broke her neck)
She thought she knew the solution to everything
(But every solution she knew just killed her more)