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Disclaimer: No Small Children. by ~mascaraCoverStorie:iconmascaraCoverStorie:



I undid the stitches this morning
            (from the breastbone down
            in a line where any other perfect
            plastic girl would have even a
            little cleavage for all the work she’s
            ever done past the bottom of my
            sternum to the top of my navel
            where you kissed me every
            night and reminded me how
            goddamn beautiful i was)

I undid those stitches,
and I’d like to think that I’m better for it.
That I’m not wasting my time with a ghost.
I stabbed out my heart, and stabbed out my eyes,
took your memory with them.

(I cried to the angels last night.
My hands grazed their feet and
they told me it was not my time.

You always said I wasn’t one
to listen to commands.)

                                                So this morning,
                                                I locked up my lungs,
                                                battered my ribcage
                                                til it was long past
                                                “bruised,”
                                                bathed my fingers in
                                                sanguine til a
                                                frostbite consumed
                                                them (my heart is
                                                cold as ice, you
                                                see), I severed
                                                my wings as you
                                                severed your noose,
                                                and I shall now serve
                                                you my heart on a plate.
                        (In other countries, it’s called “fine dining.”)

So let’s raise up the ranks
of those who have died in the name
the martyrs and saints of
papier-mâché.
March to the beats
of the “broken heart drum.”
Your life-support cord went out
in a haze, a dream.
                                                



                                                                                    Yes, some call it love.
                                                            Some call it a crime.
:iconmascaracoverstorie:

Author's Comments

Today's Lesson: Anatomy.
(Disclaimer: May not be appropriate for small children.)

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:icontigerxlilly:
Beau. Juste beau.

--
I shall stay the way I am because I do not give a damn! - Dorothy Parker
~
Ich warte auf dich - am Ende der Nacht. - Rammstein
~
Je suis un autre {I am another} - Arthur Rimbaud
:iconmascaracoverstorie:
Merci, cherie. :blowkiss:


--
Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:

Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other

Or maybe I'm just another megalomaniac...
:iconaurayathewhite:
Wow. what else can i say?
:iconmascaracoverstorie:
:blushes: Thank you...


--
Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:

Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other

Or maybe I'm just another megalomaniac...
:iconmascaracoverstorie:
Merci beaucoup!
Nowhere near your works, but thank you, all the same. :heart:


--
Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:

Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other

Or maybe I'm just another megalomaniac...
:iconwhitenightglasses:
You're very welcome :]
You're an a amazing writer, so shh. You're stuff is awesome.


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:damphyr:
:iconsaberiel:
Fine dining, haha.
This is quite exquisite. Sarcasm, mixed with insane feeling...I love it.

--
"There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives."

"Of all the bells rung from a thousand steeples, none rings truer than this."
:iconmascaracoverstorie:
Sarcasm + Insanity = me on a daily basis. :]


--
Or do we all
Look. Just. Like:

Adolf fucking Hitler
With this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut
Dangling in our faces
Making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other

Or maybe I'm just another megalomaniac...

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