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Choke and burn, in your embrace
like raped russian whore-dollies
You never loved me at all!
He stares at my glass bones,
playing a little game we call hide and seek

are you anorexic?
What is the definition of starvation

The girl that stands beneath the veil
weeping to her goddess master
"Anorexis, I'm so afraid, I've eaten too much today"
The girl that has those suken eyes
she studies the art of portruding bones
she dines with restriction
Her bones are sanity
and spider web's cover her lips

" I am not a poet for my words are scattered and blackened"

No really? really mommy? tell me more!
You make me want to die.

The mournful angels have cried
my metal makeup dry, and I am left nakad
and shivering,
your dusty bride of yesterday
left on the shelf,

thirteen and wearing a school dress
socks to the knee, ciggarette hanging from my cherry lips
charcoal smudged eyes, I remeber seeing your bloodied garmants
and not seeing at all,
I thought I had it all planned out
my legs stuck to the side and my arms faded out of the picture
you held my pregnant bodily longing
and I knew that I wanted this

You never loved me at all, you think that I'm just a whore?
his hands betray the candy stolen truth
and so I deadened my heart felt desire
and became his dirty little secret

my muddied makeup is applied
my hair crawled into waxen curls
he dressed me in lace and silk
like a proper whore should be sacraficed
black walls
his vorpid words, and
my warped fantasy
and the lingering smell of prominent sex

Hide in the bath, oh he's coming, he's coming
"sis, run, save yourself. Take your innocence and leave"
Those hands drawing little bullet marks into my skin
and bruises
all dolled up.
Colorful, ain't she?

I ran.
I wandered that forsaken playground,
I slit my wrists on the swing
I called out to the hollow sky and
that...forboeding cathedral
why aren't you listening? God?
Am I not pretty enough?

The little girl, playing ding dong ditch
writing crude versions of oops I did it again.
She is gone and I am left in front of you.
All that you have made me.
A skeleton.
And a whore.

forgive me
I can't keep my eyes shut.
let's walk...I thought...but I always wanted you.

Briggita M.

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The following comments are for "Has no one told you she's not pretty?"
by Glass hair of a virgin bride

Favourite line 'his hands betray the candy stolen truth'. I can only reiterate what Claire says, (esp. spellchecking). This is a stunner, Briggita.
Paul the Ogg

( Posted by: Ogg [Member] On: March 18, 2004 )

Good job!
I agree, this piece is one of the better poems I have read in a while. I really liked your imaginative descriptions. Your rhythm seems a little scattered but that might have been intentional. I liked it great job.

( Posted by: knockkneeharris [Member] On: March 18, 2004 )

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