Better

I revel in the chaos
Breathe it in and let it infect me
Drift onto my skin
Dive into my bones
Leech into clumps of arteries, bleeding ink blood
I sit on my throne of twisted words and hollow promises
Smiling
Smiling wider and harder than I have since Before
My teeth are pearly, lips vermilion, tongue blood red
I roll in ecstasy around in the bedlam
Like a pig frolics in mud
The shattered crowns of people she used to know
Sits firmly askew my shining scalp
And my dress is corseted too tight and I can barely breathe
And everything I've ever known is ruined
And my plans have been smashed into dust
And that dust has been scorched and scorned into ash
And I've never felt better
 

ZoeBee

VT

18 years old

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