MrsMomijiSohma

my tummy is full of nicotine & sad dreams despite how much I perge give me a shot of sweet smiles with a chaser of sorrid feelings is this everything every last thing life has to offer is this it? if this is happiness if this is the norm I don't know if I                                 want to be happy even if I want                        to be

curves & contours flesh & skin the things that make touching you entertaining taers & cries blood & bruises the things that keep you coming back for more hands & thighs you & I the things that are so devistatingly & totally wrong completley T    R      A    A    T   O   N      P    R we make our ties eternal bonds holdning us together piece by piece bit by bit the things that define us

let's break it D   O      W         N though by thought             move by move                      touch by touch                                            something so wrong   

Collapse Third person A suffocating swirl of colour across dazzling displays of drastically low prices was serenaded by the squeaks of meek children and the crying of over used carts. The world around her was expanding, crashing into her from all over.  The tight pressure of empty space was caging her in.  Though air was moving to and fro she was short of breath, she was dieing to catch it. Old women passed her, showing no grandmotherly concern; small children and toddlers went running by not noticing that to the left of the cornflakes and to the right of the cocoa puffs, the washed out tear soaked corpse in the back of the cereal aisle.

/Click/ Second Person This is building pressure, it's clouding everything.  Your body shakes in the unforgiving godless wake of an oncoming slaughter.  They've mocked you for the last time.  No longer will you stand to be thrown against walls, tossed aside like the news from yesterday, or be ridiculed into burning tears that outline your flaming face. The pressure builds, your body tightens – do you feel it?  The held in screams?  Pushing and pulling at every angle.  The tension grabs hold, you know you'll shatter, and then… /click/ That soft calming mechanical switch goes off.  Like a sprinkle of cooling rain as you glide a delicate fis

Petty Vengeance First Person I look down at the fast approaching mob; stop my throne that I have built from nothing.  I'm starting to realize that nothing is crumbling fast.  I used close friends as stepping stones and as the end approaches those stones are no where to be found.  No matter how bad this gets I'll give you no satisfaction.  I'll look you in the eye as the sea of used and pissed off peons engulf me, and smile – "They still love me more then they could ever love a pedophile's whore". Turn the pages back to chapter one; when we walked hand in hand the bright and shinning couple, not really popular, but most defiantly excepted.

It just Catches The Light And sparkles and shimmers Tight around Pale slender throats A thousands dollars Per stone Sets the evening's Tone 24 karat clasps In the back Careful not to Catch a wisp Of silky hair The tears worth Millions Trail down To a shiny Climax

Echoing halls enclosing White tiles slick With tears The victims have yet to cry Pastel pink walls Splattered with My blood She's yet to shed Turn right Here Right again And the second door on the left Lying in her beeping Coffin Cushioned with Pillows and sterile sheets She Coughs and gasps For breath Unable to swallow or move or cry for help While smiling family with Their faded stares Look down From all around The room so small She's so far away I shrink towards myself And before I leave I hug and kiss her corpse goodbye.

The dust settles To form a well worn Road Locus cries Settled sighs From tea drinking Porch sitting Noisy nosey neighbors Patches of grass Line fertile gardens Not a cloud in sight Crows cry Kittens die Clucking chickens Attempting flight The door Doesn't quite Fit in the frame Granny's Pecan pie Is a Claim to fame This run down Hell hole Is my home Away from Home

Green moss carpets The Forest floor Thick leaves and heavy branches Block the sunlight Allowing only A trickle of rays Leaving us wanting More The air is moist And surrounds Us Make the most Of raindrops The stars will Stop Enjoy the view In a fevered Woodland escape