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 Apr 2014 Jade
Alice Baker
You used to write about me,
Do you remember?
You compared my skin to satin
My voice to sirens,
My touch to heaven.
You must've thrown them all away
They're gone from your records.
Now you have a new muse.
And her skin is satin,
Her voice, of a siren,
Her touch is heaven.
 Apr 2014 Jade
Ariana Sweeney
I don't light up to open my mind,
     But to temporarily silence the demons.
    And right now
   The monsters are climbing into
  My eyes
      Ears
  Mouth
Heart
  And ripping apart
     Every solid piece of myself
           I used to care about.

      They’re laughing,
     Dripping venom,
    Burning me over and
  Over and
OVER again.
Making me scream so silently
That no one else knows.  
  No one else can hear
   The fleshy sound of
    Wet skin
     Being torn
      From the outside, in.
 
They don’t see
   My hands bound
    To my own demented thoughts
   Making me do things
       I’d once refused.

      I see in flames now
     I see the world burning
    I see rubble,
   Wreckage and
  Ruins.
I see remnants of a
Person I used to love, used to know.

So lift me up higher than I’ve ever been before
To suppress the inner creatures
Controlling
A newfound stranger.
Monsters, demons and creatures OH MY

— The End —