Face down in the dirt , she says it doesnt hurt.

kelseyroy

She lay on her bed ,
but she doesnt rest ,
she slits her wrist ,
giving it a little twist.
sips on a cheap bottle of wine ,
inhales that sweet smoke ,
and takes another toke.
face down in the dirt ,
she says it doesnt hurt.

love and let lost,
fuck it and lets toss,
stone cold from the ice inside her soul.
she swore she would never leave,
this place is sending her to insanity.

 

  • Author: kelseyroy (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 26th, 2011 21:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: been awhile since i posted on this.. havent wroten for awhile a little dusty. tell me what you think :)
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 41
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Eerie, haunting, chilling. Something almost like a familiar story. Chasing that elusive satisfaction, that impossible romance that always leaves her drowning. Thought-provoking and bitter. Great imagery.

    • kelseyroy

      thanks. i plan on adding more to it. this is just the beginning

    • Anna

      I agree with the comment above mine... Chilly, eerie... And very good written!!

    • Paul Price

      I'm not very good at commenting....Very good. Very dark..
      I admire how you can say so much with such few words ; )



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