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fiona fenn Jan 2012
I am a shameless paradox
But a shameful being

Content with myself internally
Abhorred with myself externally

A conversation with my mind
A funeral for my aesthetic

A coffin to peace
fiona fenn Jan 2012
A million tiny paper cuts
a liberation

Despised reflection
vegetating mind

Veins pulsate
within a trembling frame

Arrested by anger
imprisoned within stone faced walls

A million tiny paper cuts
pain then relief

Blood as tears
consuming me
fiona fenn Jan 2012
Withering
as I crumble to ground

My mind is deafened with truth
as I gag my heart to stay mute

A purgatory for the fearful and cautious

Vulnerability, locked up like an evil being
awaiting a worse faith yet to be seen

My mind is the window to my soul
my heart a remote black hole

A longing to be fearless

From here the truth is swallowed
like a hawk devouring prey

Burdened by mediocrity
what could they see, that I don't see in me?

— The End —