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Apr 2015
i am cancer
i am death caked in makeup
i am the creaky floor boards in the attic
i am the foul words that leave your mothers lips
and the stench of the alcohol that rolls off your fathers tongue

i creep through the walls at night
looking for a light heart to help with the demons that haunt my every move
i am torturous laughter and pitiful silence

dont not get close to me
i will burn everything you own
leaving you bitter and weeping
gasping for fresh air
Alyssa Rogers
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Alyssa Rogers  MA
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