December 29, 2009
By lacey. SILVER, Nottingham, Other
lacey. SILVER, Nottingham, Other
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I pull my world around me,
The things that are spread about my room
Dragging my books across the floor, tearing up
The notes that I once read every night
Before laying my head down
And falling into the unconscious
I spread out the photographs and lay my eyes
Upon the people that once hurt me.
And swallow the spite, the disgust.
I pull the duvet up to my chin
And chew on the corner you wiped your tears on
Wiping my tongue against your lies.
I breathe in your scent and choke on the
And smile at the aftermath
Of my hate.

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