foggy dress

her red hair whipping around as she holds her skirt off of the ground to run. her grey, layered dress moving left and right as each leg extends. her  blue eyes scream betrayal as makeup drips down her porcelain face. and her tiara of spikes lodged into her head bleeds uncontrollably like her sobs.
 
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TheDemiDevil

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16 years old

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  • Poetry

    By TheDemiDevil

    August 10th/Hurt

    I feel like I'm imposing

    Which isn't fair for you to do,

    It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside

    I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was

    I thought we we're doing this anymore

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  • Poetry

    By TheDemiDevil

    unkept (wo)man

    subjugated to solitude eternal,

    only perceiving and watching love,

    maybe receiving it but never understanding it

    never internalizing it

    it bounces off. Doesn't stick,

    unkept and unruly and unclean.

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