A Shell
I stare at the empty shell in the mirror.
Is this what I am now?
My flesh tainted,
clothes tight and suffocating,
nothing looks right anymore.
My hair falls in the wrong ways,
my makeup is now a mask.
I am numb.
I am blistered and broken.
Nothing is real anymore.
I look away,
and once again
I am encased in the hopelessness
of this damned shell.
Monday 4th June 2018 11:06 pm
The Devil
His touch is revolting,
hot. agressive. forced.
His breath rancid,
moist. surrounding. tainted.
His saliva was acidic,
impure. contaminated. corrosive.
I push away,
but I am overruled.
My skin is burning off at his every touch.
I shake
as my flesh melts off my skeleton.
Looking down at myself,
I see a shell of who I once was.
I peer into his dark,
empty e...
Monday 4th June 2018 11:03 pm
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