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Tessa Marie Jul 2013
Tonight my eyes are glued to the target
On the wall. How can I hold it all in?
Every word. Every action. Every tear.
My knuckles are jumpy, my stomach swirls,
And my skin is ice.
The peak. My anger has found the perfect time to
Reveal itself. Now my body is shaking
Because all of my warmth has
Escaped, I'm violently freezing in Hell.
My body is bleeding, along with my vision.
Red stains everything. Black holes appear.
Tiny star specks dance across my eyes, and
Then I'm gone. I'm not me, my anger has
Finally taken over. It wins tonight.
When I come to my entire body aches.
This is what it's like to see only red, everything goes black.
Tessa Marie Jul 2013
You take your secrets,
Fold them up and place them
Deep inside my stomach.
When you close me up,
I feel them bashing against
My inside walls.
They want to be read.
You tell me they're nothing
And your secrets don't like that
One bit.
They want to be known
So badly that they are beating me
Down.
I hear them whisper,
I feel them poisoning my blood.
You don't even notice
When they stop my heart.
Your secrets want to feast upon
My organs and use my mind
As a napkin.
They want to shield me from your touch
And hide all of the sunshine.
Because the way they see it,
If they can't have you
Nobody can.
You have locked them away
But they have just found a key
And that key is a knife to my gut.
They yell now,
They scream and shout.
I can't hear anything else.
I hate you for choosing me
To hide them within,
You should have at least let them
Be read.
Tessa Marie Jul 2013
My lips curl around my last cigarette.
I allow the smoke to mix with the air
And fill my lungs.
I exhale the poison

And pass the tobacco ridden stick
To my only friend.
I watch as she does the same,
With clouded eyes submerged in sadness.

She stares straight into my soul and
Whispers, We're in this together.
Little does she know, I loath spending this time
With her. I hate sharing my last cigarette

With someone I can't stand.
I turn my head, avoiding any
Need to say a word,
And as she passes the cigarette,

I shift my gaze back onto her face,
And notice that I'm staring into the mirror.
Tessa Marie Jul 2013
What is it like to breathe in lies
As if they were the very
Oxygen that keeps your
Heart pumping,
Blood moving,
And choke on truth,
As if it were a piece of the chicken
You ate last night,
That became lodged in your throat,
Reddened your face,
And caused you to think that
Your life was over?
Tessa Marie Jul 2013
See Jane have fun.
See Jane have fun while she takes a run.
See Jane have fun while she takes a run in the sun.

See Jane fall down.
See Jane's spirit drown.
See Jane fall down, drown while secrets ascend from the ground.
Jane is a wreck.
Tessa Marie Jul 2013
At some point you have to
Wake up
In the morning and
Decide if you're going to
Love the person
Lying next to you.*

Those words
Pour over my head
Like a pitcher of ice cold water
On a melting summer's day.
Tessa Marie Jul 2013

That number can burn a woman
To the ground.
It's like that child that won't stop
Screaming for her mother.
It gets louder and louder,
Screaming,
Reminding,  
Soon the woman can't look herself in
The mirror.
Because she'll see it in her face,
It'll yell in her ear,
You're hideous!
When she walks down the streets,
183 will wrap it's hands around her
Legs and shake violently,
So her body looks like a walking
Earthquake.
It'll puff out her stomach and arms,
She'll have to cover up
In big shirts and jackets.
It'll draw little lines
All over her,
Until she resembles a road map.
183 is an evil number,
It takes away her self esteem,
Breaks her love for herself
And locks away
Her reflection.
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