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ClinicThat erotic heal On those red pumps Click-clackClinic
Click-clack Down the narrow hallway Stopping, turning To the left Room 203.
Inside, a waiting line A waiting room Of chairs, and sick sounds echoing
The smell of death wafts up
Reaching wrinkled nostrils Stepping inside, taking a number It reads 34. Sitting, reaching For an old magazine Life? National Geographic? No Cosmo. No Penthouse. A number is called, and another And another.
The clock on the wall is mocking you Tick-tock &nbs
by ~plasticwhitedove
Second-Hand SkinThis skin, I’d like to remove It gets too heavy when I stand out in the rain my pores tend to fill with water And I have to stand under a hand-dryer For two hoursSecond-Hand Skin
In the girl’s bathroom To get it all out.
I think I’d replace it
with plastic of some-sort Or maybe old news print Or maybe flowered wall paper I’d stick it on with white paste
And hope it stayed on
When I get caught
Out in the rain
It would have to be tough Durable enough to last
While I roll around in bed Unable to sleep Or when I stretch out on th
by ~plasticwhitedove
Ode to a PhotocopierLets photocopy together And duplicate ourselves send them out into the world While we just sit on shelvesOde to a Photocopier
Lets fax machine together And replicate instead To places far unknown
While we stay in our beds Lets mailbox together It’s slower but it works Place a stamp between the eyes While the man works out the quirks
Lets email together How more personal can you get? Cli
by ~plasticwhitedove
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Self-Image IssuesRed peach porcelain skin Hints of December snowSelf-Image Issues
(Freshly fallen, that is -- No March slush in this complexion) Slavic cheekbones higher than clouds Protruding slightly under taut flesh. Lips glistening, reminders of
Dewberries, strawberries, Blackberries. (Some summer fruit ripened to perfection Bitten into seductively by some pin-up temptress) Bright, wide eyes, (What was that hue? Steel? Aqua? Indigo?) Framed by a curtain of black velvet lashes. Curved, arched eyebrows Frozen pictures of bedroom antics; Slightly erotic,
With just a dash
by ~missskin
ItsAlmostLikeAHurricane You've got miles to go until you get to me. You've got miles to go until you sink this low . "I want you to hit rock bottom" My pearly whites cracked on impact.ItsAlmostLikeAHurricane
A little girl tugged on my dress and said "that boy doesnt love you" I squinted up at the sky and said on a sigh "I believe you're right." To my surprise she had tears painting her face. "Don't give up. You dont care a
by ~yournotagoodbye
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"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws" - Jim Morrison
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"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws" - Jim Morrison
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