Hauling " insanely beautiful" up a flight.
Hurl herself to the bottom, she might.
Her heart in her shoe, her shoe out of sight.
She feels this is perfect, her awareness a blight.
Tip back the bottle, purge up your meals.
To her, this is how happiness feels.
Reality slipping, falls through her hand.
Eyelids slowly dipping, a final thud: her body lands.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Hauling " insanely beautiful" up a flight.
Hurl herself to the bottom, she might.
Her heart in her shoe, her shoe out of sight.
She feels this is perfect, her awareness a blight.
Tip back the bottle, purge up your meals.
To her, this is how happiness feels.
Reality slipping, falls through her hand.
Eyelids slowly dipping, a final thud: her body lands.
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