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Rosary0fSighs — Ich Die
Published: 2010-08-22 00:28:24 +0000 UTC; Views: 862; Favourites: 26; Downloads: 6
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She thumbed my wrists like old poetry books -m-dashes, underlines and damaged spines.
I wrote cursive scripts over her lips,
hoping the ink would drip into my hands.
We laid down my head beneath blank pages
a poet bleeding meaningless words
into dark spaces.
I placed her mouth onto the doorstep and stepped back,
pressing my hands to white corridors
searching for meaning.
hospitals are just pretty morgues.
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Comments: 4
This cut right through me. Your writing is so eloquent.
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Such a tingling effect it had on me. Simply beautiful
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...You dont know how true that last statement is.
It seems nowadays, even "living" we are still dead inside. And its how I've always felt while in the hospital, so the term "hospitals are just pretty morgues" Is correct.
Sucks more when you aren't even allowed to have fucking clothes because your on floor 5 ...
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