Dead pan eyes and fake smiles

by b r i d g e t   Jan 26, 2007


Im fighting a battle
between dead pan eyes and fake smiles
a poloroid shot stamping a time
when the world turned its back on me and screamed "she isnt mine"
shattered glass will portray
a skeletal vision of a heart broken disaster
with breathing quickening
and heart rate racing
with a worried mum n dad
down the hospital corridor pacing
snap the band
cut the flesh
and marionette yourself with drugs
to pull you up
to put you down...
i'll make a copy of myself
that never frowns...

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