Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Garbage Girl

I smell the rotted lies
Gathering a feast at
My toes, burning in
Delight at all the attention.
I know better than to
Open my ears to such heresy.
Instead, I use my heart
To hear what yuor
Mouth cannot gather.
I became a sin for you,
Shivering in scintillating
Moments at the pure
Poetry flicking off your tongue.
I'm aware of my naivety.
But for one moment,
I knew what it was like
To be beautiful.
And I hate you for that!

10-5-09


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Garbage Girl

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