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2d
Blue-black, clogged, and clotted,
a doll lay on the floor,
cracked and broken.
Not a syringe to spare could save her despair, and they kept powdering her nose,
but only the mirror knew β€”
where she truly went when looking inward. Bleeding out, razorblades and poison kisses made her the essential cadaver mistress.
Based from a woman I knew in college who wound up addicted to drugs and being pimped out until she eventually overdosed one day. Still think about her…wish the rehab and support worked.
Damocles
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Damocles  39/M/IN
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