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By Misti Date: 2004 Aug 16 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.16.09.06.24524]] |
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last night I stood by my mom's frilly flowery bed silently begging for her blessing knowing I'd never receive it she was still talking common sense at me when I finally walked away and feeling ashamed and hurt and small I got in the bed that scratches my overly sensitive skin and looked at your pictures and fell asleep aching to hold you and kiss you again and say the words against your skin there is an infinity between now and Saturday and you know I reject the frilly world the silly world the safe world of gilded cages and repressed rages swallowed in time for Sunday school I am a fool the hanged man, you say displaying my cheerful self-inflicted tiny deaths to a stoic stale peanut gallery world I am your girl, yes your battered tattered shattered splattered girl crawling home to you on broken glass and hot coals asking for nothing but an ice-cold Corona and a hug. |