Cecily burned herself with cigarettes
& scratched herself all the time,
she even used razors
to etch bloody-artwork
into her flesh,
so milky white.
She was the prettiest flower
in the bouquet &
carried the most robust spirit.
Her eyes reflected
ocean-hues,
sunlight glowed off
her chopped-hair,
an Eveready battery,
she never stopped.
Just a spit of a woman,
she had the biggest set of *****
that most men
could only dream about,
die for.
And it killed me to see
her get into these
self-destructive habits.
It always left me wondering
why such a cute baby doll,
this bad *** warrior-woman,
would want to create
such randoms acts of pain.
But then again,
the answer was in her eyes,
unspoken & blue.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Cecily burned herself with cigarettes
& scratched herself all the time,
she even used razors
to etch bloody-artwork
into her flesh,
so milky white.
She was the prettiest flower
in the bouquet &
carried the most robust spirit.
Her eyes reflected
ocean-hues,
sunlight glowed off
her chopped-hair,
an Eveready battery,
she never stopped.
Just a spit of a woman,
she had the biggest set of *****
that most men
could only dream about,
die for.
And it killed me to see
her get into these
self-destructive habits.
It always left me wondering
why such a cute baby doll,
this bad *** warrior-woman,
would want to create
such randoms acts of pain.
But then again,
the answer was in her eyes,
unspoken & blue.
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