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MY SELF DESTRUCT BUTTON
Mary Jane is dead.
In the trunk of my car.
Fucking white girl.
Fucking white girls.
This crystal child is defective,
I had a lightbulb that went up in smoke.
My x is smacked and I love the abuse.
My pills go down with the spiked toxic juice.
Listen to the crackle of the crack rock song.
Press your ear to the door
hear the pulse of the wall.
And long ago I inserted it in.
An infected self destruct button
on the fold of my arm...
In the trunk of my car.
Fucking white girl.
Fucking white girls.
This crystal child is defective,
I had a lightbulb that went up in smoke.
My x is smacked and I love the abuse.
My pills go down with the spiked toxic juice.
Listen to the crackle of the crack rock song.
Press your ear to the door
hear the pulse of the wall.
And long ago I inserted it in.
An infected self destruct button
on the fold of my arm...
Published 15th Jul 2014
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15th Jul 2014 7:51am
I feel like this is more a layer of ideas rather than a poem. Maybe tweak it a little bit, add some, minus some, and it could be great!
16th Jul 2014 3:54am
not sure if you've ever had an addiction...perhaps you'd feel it more ...but thanx for the feedback
15th Jul 2014 1:52pm
Haunting...such emotional intensity...the subtle, 'symbolic' meaning(s) within these lines,dark and disturbing--almost a feeling of poignant pain, mo chara....
"And long ago I inserted it in.
An infected self-destruct button
on the fold of my arm..." ---(one) that a trembling finger reaches to press...yet 'detonated' with a single tear.
"And long ago I inserted it in.
An infected self-destruct button
on the fold of my arm..." ---(one) that a trembling finger reaches to press...yet 'detonated' with a single tear.
