My Translucent Mind: January 2013

Friday, January 25, 2013

Your finger moist with vomit

Your breath reeking of lost dreams

Don’t eat little fat girl

You could be pretty

Your stomach pleading for help

Your mind broken with a portrayed image of beauty

Don’t eat little fat girl

You could be loved

Here you sit

Forgotten on the cold tile floor

No longer what you once were

But a sickly vision of society

Don’t eat little fat girl

Don’t eat

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Arrogance is your ally,

You use it against the weak.

For the hatred you spew,

Is but yet the everlasting destruction of a young woman.

Here she lies broken,

Never again to share the love she thought she knew.

Where did you go?

Why has life corrupted all that you once were?

Now you hurt her without any intention.

Yet knowing this, you hate yourself.

It is with this that she fears who it is you have become.

Her life is darkened.

The air grows thick.

Her lungs begin to constrict and her eyes begin to leak.

Soon she drowns in her own demented terrors.

Never again to feel loved, yet forever to have to feel.

For this is her hell….. This. Is her home.