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 Oct 2011 Jasmine
Lindsay Marie
I tell myself its over.
That in a few months it won’t matter,
That this physical distance could somehow cure my pain.

But you hold me close.
Whisper empty words in my ear,
Use me once again to fulfill your lustful desires.

Then I’m invisible.
Breaking promises is your game,
Toss me aside to make room for the next player.

Now my heart is stone.
Numb to all feeling is my façade.
No one will ever damage me quite like you.
Thick as mud
Pouring from my soul
******* tainted blood

Don't you smell the fear
Coursing within me
Causing me to tear

All these monsters who rule
Shove me past the brink
With words for broken tools

One day you'll see
Within dark dreams that
This world is not for me.
I cried when your weren't watching;
Wishing you would be there
Holding my hand
And
Wishing you would
See Me,
Not who I may seem to be.
Wishing you would
Hear Me!
And for once,
Believe;
In Us,
In Me.
I wanted you to
Love Me, For Me.
Yes the tub of baths and child's play,
Such a defining moment for me, I must say.
Six years old and so independent,
Yearning for ways to be transcendent.

The reasons for why I locked that door,
Unknown to me and will be forevermore.
If I hadn't and still slipped,
What kind of personality would I be stuck with?

Would I pick myself up after falling?
Would I be so strong to stop my crying,
As I bleed out onto the floor?
Would I ever reach for the door?

At an early age I earned my brass.
I have learned all pain will pass.
I take this memory everyday,
And remember how my paradigm could be different in a way.
 Oct 2011 Jasmine
Luna Grey
I know it’s not all gone
I still feel it in me
Corrupting all my hard work.

I have to
Have to
Have to get it out
All of it. Leave!

Why did I have to cave in to temptations of my organs.
Temptations of my flesh, it swells with the delight of its trickery
Making me think that just a moment of pleasure would be okay
Wouldn’t stick

It’s okay, you look alright today, she said.
Go ahead, just a bite
Now a few more, you won’t regret it
Sweet, sweet nourishment, dropping like lead in my stomach
And showing through my front
Bulging out on all sides and distorting my figure
I cried to her, You said I’d be okay! You promised I’d be fine.

She whispers back, Oops, I guess I was wrong
You’re not strong enough to just take one
You’re weak. Pathetic and weak. What would you do without me to yell
Scream, Now get rid of it.
Pathetic and groveling I crawl forward on my hands and knees, kissing her feet
My lips come back with bile at my teeth.
Not that easy though, she beats me, pummeling my stomach
Choking my lungs and nose, tearing at my throat like talons

Wiping the acid from my lips and the blood from my nose
With the back of my hand
I choke out a hoarse pleading whimper,
Can I be done yet? Am I finally done?
Mia laughs and caresses my face, leans down to whisper in my ear

I’ll never be done with you.

The whip cracks and again I crawl forward, shackles dragging behind me
Sobbing and grateful.
Death told her
           her life should end
and he was her friend

Calmly, she stole my gun
     she walked outside in the sun
pulled the trigger, set the mood
barrel to her head to conclude

I saw her head come undone
,,, Reached down, for my gun
Eyed the chunks in her hair
Now to my head |
                               |I draw a rose there.
Of gunslingers

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