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Southwest

im in my big girl shoes again
and the blisters are so raw.
I feel the breaking bending
my body in twisting twining shapes.
the street taste the same way
it did the day i got up and left.
do i do it all again.
to i fall back on my old trends.
im worth 12 cents today,
i dont want to give you the change
you dont deserve.
taking out loans with my ass
that my face cant cash.
walking in cement shoes
through our swamp land lover’s lane.
those are the choices
taking a turn
theres the deep end.
it feels like drowning.
but the bathtub is my life
the hands pushing me down are giant’s paws
pressing their nails through my hair to the scalp,
blood welling at my ears.
can they hear me screaming?
no its just you
in my driveway
past curfew,
holding my hands.
i just wanted to drive past the lines on my wrists,
farther than oklahoma or missouri, misery.
country songs are still twanging in my heart.
im not listening anymore.

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

One response to “Southwest

  1. wiredwriter ⋅

    def a fave

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