Car rope whiplash,
the snap of my neck
to the right,
a crush of bones, a clatter
of clavicle,
all in a mash of brain fluid and grey matter.
I want to hate you when you tell me I'm beautiful
because I feel like
nothing.
I feel like flies buzzing
in a corpse.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Car rope whiplash,
the snap of my neck
to the right,
a crush of bones, a clatter
of clavicle,
all in a mash of brain fluid and grey matter.
I want to hate you when you tell me I'm beautiful
because I feel like
nothing.
I feel like flies buzzing
in a corpse.
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