Petticoat and razorblade

It's only wrong if there's no ink, no purpose, no design.

i'm so tired of being strong denying pleasures for the sake of my integrity wanting the comfort of my weaknesses i- re-lapse re-lapse re-lapse and i'm so weary of being proud when i have nothing to be proud of seems all of my successes are a pittance 'such talent! such skill!' but i've seen better so petty, oh so petty they say 'you are so pretty!' and i'm petty, so petty because i'm jealous of bigger tits longer legs smoother skin longer hair lighter eyes nimble fingers compared to my oddly shaped, stubby thumbs and the scars on my arms where shame burst forth, anger and rage and shame opening sanguine mouths to dribble, drip- drip- dribble vicious thoughts that otherwise should be silenced and though i have buried these corpses a thousand times and then again in the valley of my heart they seem to repeatedly 

regain their vigor and i- re-lapse re-lapse re-lapse

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I like the way this piece flowed. It's tempo made for a very smooth read. The theme itself seemed to describe to me the nature of being low of self value, and high of frustration against those that place one higher than they feel they are. I suppose that situation could be a depressive chaos at times, though, I'm always on the positive side of life most of the time...so it's hard for me to relate. Either way. I liked the piece. It gave me a glimpse of thoughts and emotions that I normally don't feel.

Thanks for sharing!
Aaron

[J Todd Underhill]

Reads almost like it was intended to be slam poetry, which I am a fan of but cannot do! Well done!