this is a short story about a broken life. some of the phrases are in french. i wrote this using things i have experienced, i have seen, some made up, or just from different people i know. i would like to know honestly what you think of it. please please
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Hot tears fall onto her pillow
Mocking the rain as it falls onto the window pane
Burning blood runs down her leg
The fresh cuts sting as the ceiling fan blows smoky air onto her open wounds
Once again she stares out the window at the perfect life passing her by
The dispersed black umbrellas reflect the pattern of specks upon her shirt left behind by scorching tears
Her eyes dash to the blood covered razor as she brings her hand once again to her make-up smeared face
Inhaling deeply she lets the smoke from her weed fill her lungs
Her physical pain is easing but the pain in her mind only ravages
"Une plus de fois" she says
Picking up the razor she slides it across her leg one more time
Feelings of pain and disgust crawl from her cut down her leg and creep onto the carpet
The man returns from the bathroom buttoning his pants and straightening his shirt
Pulling crumpled money from his pocket he throws ten dollars at her
"Merci vous putain sale" he says
He turns off the lights leaving her in her undying pain, perpetual darkness, and the hatred that lives eternal in her mind
Poetry by mani
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Written on 2006-09-05 at 04:47
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Broken
Broken-------------------------------------------
Hot tears fall onto her pillow
Mocking the rain as it falls onto the window pane
Burning blood runs down her leg
The fresh cuts sting as the ceiling fan blows smoky air onto her open wounds
Once again she stares out the window at the perfect life passing her by
The dispersed black umbrellas reflect the pattern of specks upon her shirt left behind by scorching tears
Her eyes dash to the blood covered razor as she brings her hand once again to her make-up smeared face
Inhaling deeply she lets the smoke from her weed fill her lungs
Her physical pain is easing but the pain in her mind only ravages
"Une plus de fois" she says
Picking up the razor she slides it across her leg one more time
Feelings of pain and disgust crawl from her cut down her leg and creep onto the carpet
The man returns from the bathroom buttoning his pants and straightening his shirt
Pulling crumpled money from his pocket he throws ten dollars at her
"Merci vous putain sale" he says
He turns off the lights leaving her in her undying pain, perpetual darkness, and the hatred that lives eternal in her mind
Poetry by mani
Read 479 times
Written on 2006-09-05 at 04:47
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