Oct 2013
A nudging hunger
As the dandelions weep
My mouth staggers
Ripe with madness
Masking the oppression
Harboring the withered deprivation
As the bones eat your flesh
In the distance where shadows speak
The lighting stroke melts
Contorting the imperfections
The obscured carcass you claim
.
As the dandelions weep
My mouth staggers
Ripe with madness
Masking the oppression
Harboring the withered deprivation
As the bones eat your flesh
In the distance where shadows speak
The lighting stroke melts
Contorting the imperfections
The obscured carcass you claim
.
I pray that young girls will accept and love themselves. What a awful disease that also eats away at your soul. You don't have to be skeletal and try to make yourselves a model. Grasp these years and believe that your exceptional and find your self. It's an art to find out who you are. Let your voice be heard.
(45/F/Michigan)
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