Sunday, 27 September 2009

Pretty red beads bloom around my arms;
A chain,
Which I can never cut through
Never deep enough -
I just Maintain
Lord Mirror - The King -
Everyday I kneel
Before a cold ceramic ring
with a bottomless pool reflection.
False idol, you would never tell me lies -
I choke
on the ashes of your face;
And bleed
by the daggers of your eyes.
-You have such pretty eyes-
Glass vision
never falters
always staring me back down
because you know I’ll never break you back
Even when it all goes black.
Ophelia


5 comments:

  1. It's haunting and graceful and I love it. It flows and paints this picture and it's really good.

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  2. beautiful! Keep writing; you've got the talent and inspiration.

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  3. I ALWAYS enjoy reading what you write... Even just your blog entries.

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  4. You write so beautifully...



    Opehlia, d'you think we'll ever do it?
    D'you think we'll ever actually lose this fat that's trapped us for so many years??

    Do'you think we'll ever see that elusive seven?

    I hate this stupid self harm and binge eating and throwing up and pushing people away thing. I don't want any of this anymore. I want to be in control. I want Ana...

    I'm so lost. I don't know what to do. I need you. So much.

    x x x

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