4 Inch Heels

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By Felicia •

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

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November 30, 2008 00:48Julia Anne

Sad, but absolutely beautiful. I need to learn to stop pretending.

January 2, 2009 22:10 < * † ♦ ♥ glowz ♥ ♦ † * >

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!