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Lace and Bad Myths

I speak taboo words
With a tongue that knows touch
Form the syllables with red-painted lips
Lined with the ghosts of kisses past

And I hide the stories of long, angry nights
Under layers of something like my skin tone
As closely matched as the drugstore deems possible
Slashed with a colour pink that might resemble happiness
Cotton candy, innocence, a little girl's room

I unmask tired eyes deep as the ocean
And you are not allowed to look away
Because a ring of dark brown says I make the rules
Smoky lids make me mysterious
Like tiny bruises I claim as my own
Long dark lashes like fishing lines
Tiny hooks that catch on my cheeks when I blink

And fingers, tipped with nails like poison darts
Broken seashells that scratch my feet
Like forever-bloodied hands
Shrouded in lace and bad myths





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AlexanderBurton said...
Feb. 11, 2012 at 10:56 am
very nice work
 
readaholic This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 11, 2012 at 10:15 am
oooo...mysterious...very cool ;)
 
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