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Someone has restricted my wrists Trapping me with iron chains and roughened ropes Chafing a sour burn on me when I struggle Trickling a harsh burn on my membrane Intensified by the comprehension that I’ll never feel her touch again Someone has shoved a *** of socks down my throat Trickling the ever sour bile taste down my esophagus Tarnishing my tastes permanently with the substance Choking my breathing tubes with a surfacing lodge of ***** Worsened by the reality that I’ll never taste her lips on mine again Someone has leaked chloroform inside the room Smelling its’ vague yet distinctively sweet scent Expanding in my nostrils the substance is Rising to suffocate me with its scent Knowing I’ll die with this scent in my senses instead of her’s Someone has planted a speaker within these walls Echoing replays of her voice in my mind Rerunning the sound of her hysterics Driving nails into my eardrums Lodging the knowledge that I’ll never hear her laughter again Someone has placed Disorientation in front of me Swirling confusion and vague pain Swindling my common sense down to nothing Masking the sharp feeling that she always gave me
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May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 8:27 PM UTC
Restrained
Someone has restricted my wrists Trapping me with iron chains and roughened ropes Chafing a sour burn on me when I struggle Trickling a harsh burn on my membrane Intensified by the comprehension that I’ll never feel her touch again Someone has shoved a *** of socks down my throat Trickling the ever sour bile taste down my esophagus Tarnishing my tastes permanently with the substance Choking my breathing tubes with a surfacing lodge of ***** Worsened by the reality that I’ll never taste her lips on mine again Someone has leaked chloroform inside the room Smelling its’ vague yet distinctively sweet scent Expanding in my nostrils the substance is Rising to suffocate me with its scent Knowing I’ll die with this scent in my senses instead of her’s Someone has planted a speaker within these walls Echoing replays of her voice in my mind Rerunning the sound of her hysterics Driving nails into my eardrums Lodging the knowledge that I’ll never hear her laughter again Someone has placed Disorientation in front of me Swirling confusion and vague pain Swindling my common sense down to nothing Masking the sharp feeling that she always gave me
molly-pendleton
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May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 8:27 PM UTC
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