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From solid to vapor Just like that To ease the pain To make you A distant memory Watching the replay Of the glass breaking But training myself To cry a little less Each time Scrapping off the scabs As they form freshly On my old cut To prove to myself That healing is possible It's getting harder to remember The salted tear streaked cheeks The burnt, dried out throats And the shoe scuffs on the hardwood floor But that is just what I planned Just what I had hoped would happen The artful disappearance I planned out so well The disappearance of my emotions The numbing affects I knew would work Far better than the anesthesia Finding solace In the vaporized memories Turing passionately saturated memories Into dry emotionless ones Until they harder so much That they become Replications of the tragic bathroom tiles Feeling nostalgic As I smash each one With the heels of my shoes Then with the fists of my hands Leaving traces of my DNA Scattered amongst the ceramics How fitting to end it all The same way Blood and destruction And remembering How I can easily turn Any solid into vapor And knowing that With this lethal gift I was going to be okay.
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
Solid to Vapor
From solid to vapor Just like that To ease the pain To make you A distant memory Watching the replay Of the glass breaking But training myself To cry a little less Each time Scrapping off the scabs As they form freshly On my old cut To prove to myself That healing is possible It's getting harder to remember The salted tear streaked cheeks The burnt, dried out throats And the shoe scuffs on the hardwood floor But that is just what I planned Just what I had hoped would happen The artful disappearance I planned out so well The disappearance of my emotions The numbing affects I knew would work Far better than the anesthesia Finding solace In the vaporized memories Turing passionately saturated memories Into dry emotionless ones Until they harder so much That they become Replications of the tragic bathroom tiles Feeling nostalgic As I smash each one With the heels of my shoes Then with the fists of my hands Leaving traces of my DNA Scattered amongst the ceramics How fitting to end it all The same way Blood and destruction And remembering How I can easily turn Any solid into vapor And knowing that With this lethal gift I was going to be okay.
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eleutherophobia
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
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