a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








straws sucked up paradise


mascara tears & a smothered voice. i haven't much to offer. i held my hands out to him but he just stood there; always watching the scarlet drops hit the floor. [i never knew what it was that he loved so much about those crimson puddles.]

if only the emotional pain would disappear, i could take on these lacerations for eternity. it's always choking on blood & salt water before bed. it's the sweetest way to hope for sugary dreams; [or atleast the only way i know how.]

& how we would suck up paradise through candy straws . .


written on 2003-08-28 at 11:15 p.m.

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