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DOORMAT
Call me the doormat,
The infestation of rats,
The ‘oh she ain’t all that’,
Call the kettle black!
Call me the diva, the princess, the moan bag,
The emotional one, oh isn’t it sad?
The hot head who can only nag nag nag,
That period trainwreck – a handful for a lad.
Call me whatever deflects most from what reflects
When you stand by the mirror and boast,
When ...
Thursday 29th September 2016 3:40 pm
Grisly Girl
Someone's sowed pins and needles into her lips.
To kiss her now will pierce your tongue and numb your mouth.
This is the smile that cuts,
Tears deep, tears the tears apart
The eyes that fixate on her lips,
The ears that listen to her voice.
This is the mouth that eats.
It eats, eats, eats away at your flesh
Till there's nothing left,
Thursday 11th February 2016 2:32 am
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