Frequent cranberry tears
dig into my skin
clouded by mythical sin,
sweat stains -
minus the drudgery -
bleach my vacant eyes.
No artificial flavourings
just artificial persona's
transcending zones owned
by me
which I cannot control.
They're naked to see
and oblivious to you.
poison resides in this
psychotic, aborted skin.
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Bethany Louise Rose
6th March 2015
@ 9:50 pm
