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 Oct 2013 Pluto
brooke
FAT.
 Oct 2013 Pluto
brooke
for those of us that
think our thighs are
disproportional and
pick at the skin under
our arms in the mirror
who feel the weight of
their belly at night but
no---we are immortal
spirits--what is more
beautiful than
that?
(c) Brooke Otto

I reccommend stopping the thought when it starts.
 Oct 2013 Pluto
rachel
When the demons crawl into bed with you
Don't let them take over
Breath in deep and fill your lungs
Not with air,
With smoke
And when you can't breath anymore
Pull out a blade
And slash across your ribs
Letting the oxygen fill the wound
Waiting for your lungs to collapse
And when they find you empty and broken
Don't let them pick you back up
Go and pull yourself together
Because no ones truly there for you
Put on a fake smile
And cover up the injury so no one sees
Wait for them to walk away and then cry
Cry until you can't cry anymore
Cry until the air leaves your lungs again
And your forced to repeat these steps once again
So grab your razor and welcome the demons and breath in the smoke because there the only ones there for you
Grab your razor and welcome the demons and breath in the smoke because you don't want to be this cynical anymore
You're a despondent soul wasting away
Partially based off of Wintergirls
 Oct 2013 Pluto
rachel
Untitled
 Oct 2013 Pluto
rachel
Sometimes,
i miss you
Goes deeper
 Oct 2013 Pluto
疲れた
beautiful
 Oct 2013 Pluto
疲れた
you are beautiful:
like the wind that comes with falling rain;
coffee at 3am;
and scars across your arm
 Oct 2013 Pluto
Kaleb Vernon
She takes her nightmare home;
It shifted and breathed deep
As it sheltered itself in the cave beneath
The cloud on which she stood
And down in the sheets under her feet.

It duplicated her lovers face;
A beast at least
She tries to cuddle in
But it seems absurd to find warmth
Next to a man who just beats
From the pounding of his heart through to his fist
Where intoxicated swings meet you in defeat

Still she has no reason to leave
Because at dawn she hides her bruises with cloth
And paints her scars with makeup
Even though he doesn't have enough devotion to her to make up

Now this man walks the streets to find his next lover
While her bones lay next to the fire
Berried under the soil because his heart was spoiled;

A bright girl with golden pearls left as a lesson;
And god bless such a confession

You see, Her heart shined brighter then all
But was pushed back because of withdrawal
Rest in peace to all who are victims of such, and an awareness to those who are in current relation like this.
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