|09-25-2013, 07:08 PM||#1|
DT's Feminist Mom
Join Date: Sep 2006
how do you push it out?
I imagine grabbing you by the temples
and popping your shame
like an overgrown zit,
your veins left indented
on your bald head...
just wait as the throbbing resides.
where do you go when the ghost commands you to stop hiding?
where the fuck have you been, anyway?
GOODBYE BLUE MONDAY
searching for fresh writers
pm me if interested
Last edited by vintage x metal : 09-25-2013 at 07:33 PM.
|09-28-2013, 07:18 AM||#2|
Join Date: May 2009
i've always known you were brilliant at spacing, but when i read those last three three lines in succession as i scrolled down the page, it was revelatory.
well done, saadia. that last line sticks
here, My Dear, here it is