on this cold and empty page
i dump my shallow and self-inflicted rage
scribbling away
the hurt that i put there...
in the first place
we jump eagerly
into the fiction that you-
so tenderly
pull from far away into view
i don't remember what urgency feels like
kisses are careless
lacking love... as well as life
blasted hotel harlot
screaming away at sex that no one can hear
so damaged
for control
so desperate
for soul
super model skinny?
this girl ain't no
thin lizzi.
shoot...
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