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Introverted Dystopia "Hello.Introverted Dystopia by ~angelinalolita
It's been
about two weeks
since the last time.
"Today,
yesterday, tomorrow,
it's the same.
Recite those words again."
Regret?
Maybe later.
Please remind me,
or I won't remember.
Tonight,
he'll say,
"You're using me,"
later, "Anything for you."
"Violet,"
forgot again.
Make it stop,
I can't say no.
Cry,
nothing new.
Just another night,
not breaking the habit.
Invalid,
convinced myself.
In my utopia,
I'm just another animal.
The Professional Late at night,The Professional by ~angelinalolita
the asphalt keeps us from falling.
We're both too tired to sleep
and we stand inside stranger's clothes.
LIttle frills ruffle when she turns,
and when he sways, the pinstripes follow.
Behind the eyes of strangers,
there's something heating from inside.
Cut hair and fixed curls
hold together in fragile spray.
Faded lipstick and an untuck shirt
hold together in the humidity.
Is it the initial reaction
to be fed by infatuation?
Nail polish chips away,
shiny shoes scuff away.
She seems so beautiful,
so who am I?
A professional,
but what am I professing?
It's late tonight.
Your arms keep me from fallin
For the Evanescent Father Pictures hanging from the wallFor the Evanescent Father by ~angelinalolita
reflect something that was so dear in the past.
Sleeping beneath the ground,
there's a life lived between the glass.
I see you there,
smiling back at me.
A young family, prepared for their departed,
but no one's grieving.
Between you and me,
he's got you eyes and hair.
Your very skin lives through him,
right down to every taste bud in his tongue.
Perhaps through him, you live life again;
he'll find himself in a career so exciting,
and one day he'll go against the world
just to be with someone forever and more.
But, between you and me,
there's something gnawing at me;
leaves me falling,
Sta.sh
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