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fragile yet bulletproof a doll, china-glazed wrapped in barbed wire steel claws, my iron gaze through the blackness the magnetic ground starry-eyed; it's tempting trying to pull me down with lead weights tied to my dragging heels god I wish I were strong and didn't have to feel mind wired on chemicals and caffeinated veins blood clots, racing heart I think I'm sick again counting the hours in bites of empty air ghosts crawling to my ears nestling in brittle hair I'll have to stop soon I'm hunger-drunk, dying high on pain and so done with trying baffled by so-called normal those machines that refuel on fat, sugar, calories it's so ******* cruel that I was born to howl at a midnight moon to live in shadows, knowing my life is ending soon. © Tara India.
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
starving.
fragile yet bulletproof a doll, china-glazed wrapped in barbed wire steel claws, my iron gaze through the blackness the magnetic ground starry-eyed; it's tempting trying to pull me down with lead weights tied to my dragging heels god I wish I were strong and didn't have to feel mind wired on chemicals and caffeinated veins blood clots, racing heart I think I'm sick again counting the hours in bites of empty air ghosts crawling to my ears nestling in brittle hair I'll have to stop soon I'm hunger-drunk, dying high on pain and so done with trying baffled by so-called normal those machines that refuel on fat, sugar, calories it's so ******* cruel that I was born to howl at a midnight moon to live in shadows, knowing my life is ending soon. © Tara India.
I haven't eaten in 42 hours.
tara-india
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
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