4 Inch Heels, by Felicia
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Every day she curses her very existence
she resents the life before her eyes
carelessly she holds a knife up to her pearl laced neck
roughly she scrapes along the beads
watching the pearls fall covered in blood
she needs to feel alive, she's inadequate
She can't live on this way, she knows
She is not perverse she is not depraved
Look at her life, she has it all
remembering her predicament she scoffs
All this time being furious
The misery, torment, and agony was for what?
Did these tribulation's help her
Not now covered in blood, no not ever
Pretend she will no more
yielding herself to a unconscious state
Muffled beats of her heart she hears
No signs of life around her
She closes her eyes and releases her life
Her stiff body still supporting her 4 inch heels
Felicia Mac |
Posted: 2008-11-22 13:22:43 UTC |
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2008-11-30 00:48:35 | Julia Anne |
Sad, but absolutely beautiful. I need to learn to stop pretending. |
2009-01-02 22:10:31 | |
not the human, but pretenses should be killed! You have a really dramatic poem here.makes me want to hear more like it could be a movie or something. good one! |