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heart and helpless hands. - and the odds.. all seem stacked.

Nov. 10th, 2004 03:24 pm heart and helpless hands.

i want to dream
of anything but my twisted childhood
days filled with horrid names
flung at me like daggers.
the sharpened points of his words ring out even now,
with many rooms and towns keeping his seething anger from me
i shiver and shake, my sweat chills this fetid skin
his venomous words dripping like water from my fingers
little whore
fucking bitch.
how deep can i take these lies into myself
before my insides rot 'til they are my outsides
steaming hate cooks me evenly like a roast
dreaming of oceans of salty, soft water
and no more abuse
assaulting eardrums
heart and
helpless hands.

Current Mood: gloomygloomy
Current Music: Lhasa, "Los Besos"

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