Sticks and Stones MAG

October 26, 2015
By OllieTheDestroyer SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
OllieTheDestroyer SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Crush me one more time
Thin and crisp like an autumn leaf
Step on my brittle bones
Spit on the dust left behind
Lift me up high and let me fall
Pick out all the hair on my head
Rip my nails right out of their beds
And bruise my delicate skin
Ply the teeth out of my mouth
Cut out the fleshy tongue
Wiggling around and forming words
So that I may never speak again


The author's comments:

Past occurences, along with many emotions and experiences mixed into one. 


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on Nov. 9 2015 at 10:01 am
RowanHood SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"Behind my eyelids are islands of violence"

Love it! Gives a very demanding emotion, while portraying the strength the subject has. Added to my favorites :)


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