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Domestic Violets
thinly veiled jealousies
a pretty neck
draped in jade colored bruises
family heirlooms
fetal idiosyncrasies of a feeble mind
down on your luck
you call it fate
I call it self sabotage
dreaming of abstract skies
dreaming of simple times
you say it’ll be ok
your words are worthless
but I treasure them like scripture
Fucking savage. Excellent
Fucking savage. Excellent write.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
"self sabotage"
That's what I call it too. Welcome back to PostPoems. Good to "see" you, Tora Tora. - Lady A