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idols
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Portrait/Untitled
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Smudged creases from age
make up the background
shadows hang still behind her,
brows neglected from tweezing,
squinted eyes
jaded lines by those
sparkling orbs
yet still so young,
strands of hair
covering her ear
resembles a cauliflower blossom,
and that chilling smile,
corners turned up
to perfection
with a slight gap
between her front teeth.
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That dark forest floral
patterned dress,
necklace hanging over it
looming like a creature
ready to attack from
behind the blackness,
the eyes
the smile
(probably looking at Ted)
pointed chin
curled bangs
two dimples
ponytail
gone.
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Scorpios/Astrology
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Her 6 legs,
her poisonous fangs
hide so many hidden
pains, agendas,
astrological secrets, giving away
her constellations that
are mapped so high in the sky.
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And the lion prowled,
her protector,
pacing up and down
back and forth,
only worrying about his fragile insect,
her delicate sanity
hanging by wispy threads.
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But Scorpios are harder to handle,
not even thick lions’ manes can
protect everyone.
It’s not his fault.
Scorpio has taken the plunge.
She’s drowned,
not you.
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Reviving Writer Girl
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So they say Ted destroyed her.
I disagree.
She was running long before,
fires consuming flesh, putting on
facades of perfect bliss
while writer girl knelt in the corner,
reading braille, having to relearn
everything,
so deprived- all of that anger fed
instead
of her,
thrown out to the wolves in tatters
where she was beaten bloody like
a doll,
having to deal with fakeness until
she was brought back
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she's disconnected,
she's off the hook,
(ted throws out the fox)
into the wilderness-
a bleak winter of fruitless trees.
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she's crying endlessly.
when will he lift up his foot?
she's alone and choking,
it's time to let her breathe.
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(the fox grins wildly as he gnashes teeth
into tainted skin.)
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we think she's choked enough.
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