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Girl Named N

those marks on your arm love,
scratching through the itch of defeat,
scabbing over
in green pus,
and you look like a leper
with your sores.
i see it in your clear
turquoise eyes,
you feel like a plague victim,
they keep pushing through
you’ve always been so beautiful,
you’ve always had that smile,
even when your clouds
cover every inch of the sun.
watching you fall,
skin your knees,
break at the seams,
crack and repeat,
it’s a torture porn
or a snuff film
something akin
to spilling arteries.
pick up the keys,
put it in drive
make your get away.
scream for me,
let your lungs go,
fibrosis filling with fluid.
don’t drown baby,
just reach for my hand
let me take you home.
they say you seen angels
in the darkest corners
of destruction,
trying to saw those
wings loose.
you’re plucking yours
in a crude way,
patching the feathers
so you can’t fly no more,
you forgot how anyway.
don’t you remember me?
smashing plates and drinking vodka,
leeches sucking you away,
we need a cleansing
i’m gonna get you out of here,
wrap you in foil
carry you,
little left overs,
through the purgatory waiting room,
run a line through your name,
take you off that list of souls
on their way to combustion.
gotta let em be your dust
in the wayside,
never piecing you together
when they should 
when that porcelain is shattering,
just let you break.
gotta cut em free, baby.
they’re sinking your ship
and the puncture wounds on your arms
are enough
to bring you down
without their corpses capsizing
this life raft.
i’ll bring you back from the brink,
from the seventh circle,
from the pins and needle pit.
they say your blood is bad
they say you’re organs 
are failing
your body rejecting you,
but i’ve got a cure
collecting you
unlucky penny
i’ll make you shine,
no time to let the ghost get their way
won’t let you flatline
not gonna let you go down alone,  
just let me take you home.

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.

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