"Alice..."“Alice”"Alice..."
“Oh my god.” seems to be all I can quietly hear, as it echoes ever so loudly throughout the cluttered chambers of my very mind.
I ask myself if I am going mad, in a moment of silence between the redundant resonance, And of course I receive no response.
“You fickle, fickle thing.” I think with a slightly afflicted chuckle.
I cannot have what isn’t mine, nor touch what’s under glass. So how is it that you have what isn’t yours, and touch as though glass does not exist?
What is this personal p
"And..."“And…”"And..."
And its funny… How the parody, in front of me; refuses to subside. I’ve lost my will to hide, behind my many different faces. For neither one erases, all I’ve known. And I‘ll never show… What you’ll never see…
And its depressing… That the voice I hear, within my ear; is only an illusion. To plague me with confusion, concerning all you’ve said. I’m sickened in the head, by all your words. That I’ve never heard… And you’ll never say… &
sugar is for suckersthey always tell her she’s a sweet womansugar is for suckers
let her melt slowly like sugar cubes on their tongues until she disappears
a sweet confection soon consumed
before they move on to other refreshment
but she’s finally learned
the next man will find her so sour that his lips will pucker when they touch her skin
like a child with a green apple lollipop
his mouth will curl into readiness for kisses so bitter
with salt and gall
that he will find
himself unable
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