feminine
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Her cracked fingernails
Are now covered in a fresh varnish
That shimmers
Like a clouded jewel freshly polished.
Her bloodied lips
I recently realized I could re-draw all of my mythologies - after all i say never beg for power because the powerful never give or bestow power. they act in power.the powerless always has the power to do right.
If I were to go back
And talk to myself from the past
I would have hated me.
I do not hate who I was.
But who I was would hate who I am.
Who gave you the right to use us at your disposal?
In the end,
you'll be alone---
like an empty vessel
stuck with resinating regret.
Are you aware that you're leading to your own self destruction?
For all my favorite Roses Born into tragedy; she is celebrated, adored, nurtured, envied, blessed - she is beaten, sacrificed, scrutinized, enslaved, damned -
Last night I thought that the Moon had disappeared.
A clear sky with no Moon
When I knew it should be a quarter full
I'm still not sure where it went
I am 4 years old
all pink dress, all blond hair, all blue eyes
when strangers ask my name
i tell them, that i am princess peach
The swallowed voice, that wallows from the pit of my soul,
Speaks in the desolate ancient tongue of Sultans,
