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I lay naked in bed, twirling open scissors between
my fingers and toying with pressure without breaking skin.
Temptation looms at my ankles, knees and thigh;
trails of butterflies cascade down my legs,
kissing old scars and potential wounds.
Their colours conflict with my emotions.
Their cheerful beauty angers me.
The sweet sting I expect turns out to be bitter.
my fingers and toying with pressure without breaking skin.
Temptation looms at my ankles, knees and thigh;
trails of butterflies cascade down my legs,
kissing old scars and potential wounds.
Their colours conflict with my emotions.
Their cheerful beauty angers me.
The sweet sting I expect turns out to be bitter.
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Zero's profile
:bulletpurple: Name; Zero --
:bulletred: Age; 24
:bulletpurple: Eyecolor; Bluebird blue
:bulletred: Hair color; Jet black, ~pale skin~
:bulletpurple: Occupation; Carnival
~Victorian Era~
History/Biography
~Zero is a desendent of a family who landed in the New World in 1832, many years after America's independence from Great Britian, back then the new world was a place of opportunity. So the gentleman from England decided to haul his brother Jack along on the three month long boat trip to the New World.
After they arrived they soon started to look for jobs, a local carnival ring-leader hired them and turned them i
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this is goodbye
once upon a time, i was broken
i hurt so badly that i had to make
others hurt as well
and i had to make myself hurt even worse
i was scared to live and scared of life
and scar(r)ed beyond belief
i hated the heart that beat within
my fragile chest
fluttering beneath
my heaving breast
my heart, oh,
all it wanted was a chance at life
and it knew that all i wanted
was a chance to die
and so it tried to run away
it panicked and tried to flee
but i swallowed a little
blue green yellow pill
step by step by step
until it stopped, stooped
beneath the weight of the world
and the weight of my wings
after the end, i started to recover
i laughed and
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pen across paper
the rhythmic tapping of keyboard running
my being is letters
yet i cannot make words
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I didn't mean to kill the butterflies. Truly, I didn't.
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It's fine.... Just draw back the butterflies and ask others to draw them again. Maybe this time they will last longer, they'll live a longer life. It's all about progress, no matter how slow.