shenneljolly

You hypocrite,
how does it feel
to claw my heart out
and chew its veins.

how does it feel to
stomp me down and
proclaim your power.
To shove your twisted
words down my throat.

To drain me of

I can't CONTROL it.
I suck my lips in as my heart clenches in
every time a hot tear trickles down my face. 
Why?
My hurt gets so angry with me that it sets my insides on fire.

I am a glass bottle floating in the sea.
lost.
empty.
but somehow I still seem to float.
the waves convey me to the destination of nowhere.

As she lifts her leg to twirl the sun swims into her eyes, glistening like stars in platinum, she takes off into a pirouette. Snapping her neck at every spot. Her toes laid flat and firm on the glossy wooden floor while whirling.

The substance of guilt and the choice of two.

Truth or Dare, exposure or risk.
The object in my chest tightend to brick,
it did nothing better than jamming and overloading my brain with everything it couldn't hold.

   Jazz. Hardcore jazz.The heavy music filled my ears of tune and my mind of agitation. My heart punching against my ribcage, and the the shudders of fear formed droplets of presperation atop of my forehead. Pacing, step 1.. 2.. 3..