Anxious Midnight

Selling out in a waste land of neon
Echoing across the pavement.
Hollering from the 3rd floor apartments
reflects through the alleys.
The tar between her lips
Falls beneath the hell of a stranger.
A broken jaw, still dangling,
Masked by a vile
Of Tylenol.
The duct tape holds you in place,
to look unnaturally beautiful
For your next boyfriend.

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SeraphTree
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Please clarify. It sounds like rape/forced relationship, but we have very few details. We have NO idea what's going on. Details please. :D



akdsjfh you know that feeling where you start writing a scene but then you get bored with the scene so you move on and start writing a different scene and then you get bored with that scene so you move on to an entirely different WIP and then you get bored with that so you move on-
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