Stockholm Syndrome

by moon face   Nov 14, 2014


Heroin powdered cheeks
tar smeared mascara
bloodshot lip gloss

I swallowed a bullet
for each of your ex-lovers
one too many

but my demons
could only dance
to the rhythm
of your song

so I crept my way
into your mouth
for one last kiss
only to be spat out
like one other abortion

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  • 9 years ago

    by WW

    Wow! Thought provoking, moving piece. Each line has its own way of hitting, and that pattern escalates until the last line! Fantastic.

    Your last line is a hot spot, but I feel like it is a bit lost. perhaps "like one more abortion" or "like one of your abortions"

    otherwise wouldn't change a thing! Thanks for sharing, added to favorites.

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