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Lead dripping from
empty sockets,
a clock hissed in serpent hours,
it's venom oozing from the crystal walls
it's 4 a.m. you insomnia lunatic.

I'm too busy admiring,
how the man in the moon slithered through
these blinds on my soul-swept window.

That night I was a canvas,
as the moonlight stripped my arm raw of shale,
and tinted my skin with
silvertongue.

And when he was finished,
tiger stripes tattooed my thinning vessel.

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Look at this apple.
Rosy and round and seemingly perfect on the outside.
Until you get to the core.
All brown mush and mould;
It's rotten.
*****, stinking rotten.
Don't ever look at the inside again;
That way, you won't feel quite so guilty
About the neat exterior.
Because the way the apple is,
Is not how the apple really is.
Rotten.

Don't leave me alone, I'll rot in my own thoughts

I look at him, so pathetic
Rotten corpse.
He has no idea what demons fester
In his own heart.
He doesn't see it.
Calls me a devil woman,
"No good" he calls me.
He's in denial of the tarred feathers
He has rolled himself into.
I tried my life on him
But he couldn't see that.
Tells me I'm wrong and should
"Be thankful for what I get"
***** pig.
I bet he wished she looked as good as me
Bent over.
I bet he liked her mouth tight
Like my fists,
The chicken wire around his neck,
The tourniquet
Of fate.
...............
Bleach gets the blood out, he told me.
Best advice he ever gave.