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erin Nov 2010
haphazard collage
of faces
and names-
blur and warp

becoming only
bodies
and
heartbeats
cut away from the flesh

and
pasted on cardboard
with 5ยข glue sticks.
erin Nov 2010
she lies like a snake slithers.
she's natural at it.
the lies come as often and common as rain in april
giving her substance. quenching her thirst.

it's how she controls her surroundings.
she forms thoughts in other people's heads
twisting the truth into new structures of reality.

when she realized she could manipulate and toy
with anyone she pleased
it became addicting.

a drug.

she lies when she doesn't need to
and she lies when she does.

the lies make her
feel safe.

with each lie she spins in her gloomy, taciturn mind
she adds another knot in the mesh
she is weaving around herself;

protecting her fragile mind with armour
made of silver little lies.
erin Nov 2010
***** feet on white
carpet

leave marks
like the scars on my fingers

from all of the
sins
i have
touched.

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