i knew a girl who wore scars like medals.
she woud tell me awful stories about
awful things that happened in her awful life...
She always told them with a wide joker's grin.
Her waxy lipstick red lips stretching and curving
into a smile that held hate and tears and years
of not so funny laughter.
Sometimes she told me stories,
like all that hurt,
all that shame,
all those horribul
horribul things...were such a
laugh.
Mar 20, 2010
Mar 20, 2010 at 7:25 PM UTC
i knew a girl who wore scars like medals.
she woud tell me awful stories about
awful things that happened in her awful life...
She always told them with a wide joker's grin.
Her waxy lipstick red lips stretching and curving
into a smile that held hate and tears and years
of not so funny laughter.
Sometimes she told me stories,
like all that hurt,
all that shame,
all those horribul
horribul things...were such a
laugh.
