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It's easy to diea stomach ache can't cure it. to have the feeling of pukeIt's easy to die
transfered in the other direction, into an ache in the lower part of the torso, where knots sit and cliché butterflies live, just to come out as shit.
I'd rather see it come from my own mouth spilling out as regrets i cant recall, into a white bowl. then swirl down into a hole that could lead to the center of the earth for all I know, as long as it isn't back to me.
I know my flaw, the dying part of me that wants to spread into my liver and out my veins making it impossible to walk
by ~tranquilred
Loud MusicShe stands so close Just close enough to smell his back He’s got a 40 in one hand And a bar up above in the other Keeping him balanced as the crowd sways, Sweats, and breathesLoud Music
The pulsating of clanging drums Rings across the room Hitting each wall, perfectly To echo throughout the entire house
She’s too drunk to stand Propped up by the bodies around her Her head slightly resting against his back A boy she only met the other day Who looked like Jarred Leto And she knew he was the one The project for the night
He’s been ey
by ~tranquilred
Short Affair with CigarettesWe drove across the flat lands of Houston In that small jeep, Smelling of stale cigarettes, Rotting cans of beer in the back. He took us out this way, Towards the north, An hour away from where I grew up, Towards his home. The scenery, no different, Flat, with highway after highway, Stuck in 7am traffic, Tired, worn out from the night.Short Affair with Cigarettes
I had shown up in that gray dress From a friend’s wedding, my Cheeks red from too much wine, His breath reeking of malt liquor. We pretended we had never met, By the small apartment pool,
Smoking
by ~tranquilred
Nose Bleed in WinterShe sits back, across the bed “I need to love him” Falls from her lips.Nose Bleed in Winter
In the dim light she looks weak She might have lost weight, She very well could be hungry, But the drug keeps her going. I wonder what her insides would show me, If they were falling apart, Like her memories, Like her life.
“He is like my sugar daddy.
How can I leave that behind?” She says, doubting her first statement, Knowing that he is her only supply That he was the one who got her hooked.
Outside, it has gotten colder But she tells me everyday
by ~tranquilred
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- Current Residence: Columbia, MO
- Interests: writing, reading, sleeping
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we'll try not to eat our young.
what are you doing in that pic called "me"?
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