Little high, a little blow.
Rail thin.
Taxidermy.
Image of a scarecrow.
Give me one more dose.
For my health, just a bit to get by,
lips biting teeth,
****** in and strung out,
wide dough-boy eyes.
An infinite list behind her lips,
reasons pour as if she's a teapot tipped out
the half empty cup she sips.
Pinky poised for picking pieces,
these shards of a different kind.
On her skin they gleam like glitter
come to decorate her mind.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
Little high, a little blow.
Rail thin.
Taxidermy.
Image of a scarecrow.
Give me one more dose.
For my health, just a bit to get by,
lips biting teeth,
****** in and strung out,
wide dough-boy eyes.
An infinite list behind her lips,
reasons pour as if she's a teapot tipped out
the half empty cup she sips.
Pinky poised for picking pieces,
these shards of a different kind.
On her skin they gleam like glitter
come to decorate her mind.
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