Tired of being told I'll never learn
that I like to make it harder
pain is a magnet
it gives feeling.
Torturous pin pricks remind me I'm alive
each word, each curse
a verification, a validation
of shame.
Tangles of self-hate creep around my thighs
gripping my waist to take hold
sucking me in...
to a forbidden mourning.
nice stuff - have you considered swapping the second and third stanza around as it could work and give it a slight different touch.. otherwise, enjoyed it - keep em coming x
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kayberley
Mon 30th Apr 2012 21:58
Thanks Andy, I will def give that a try:)