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Plastic Pills
"Plastic Pills"
The waft of pinks and purples enter my soul, hitching with each ragged breath.
I Scribble the doodles dedicated to imagined obsessions and grandeur.
My mouth tastes of old, rancid plastic pills with minute, unsatisfying flavors.
I dry heave kisses and toxic words upon the soft plump lips of secrets.
My Winter scared his Summer away only to leave him in a pile of frosted dust.
I sweat out the memories of purity with a smile that is of stone.
I shrug off the sight of you with a guilt coated in magnetic Chrome.
Patched up with glue, bathed in bleach, I gather my bones to be burned.
© Kim Acrylic 2021
Published 5th Apr 2021
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5th Apr 2021 7:39pm
Hi there :)
I have found myself burnt to ash, many a time... so this resonates for me. You are eloquent in your ability to purge such a personal depth, that I believe many here can identify with on one level or another. I admire that, very much.
The raw honesty and truth you access, is rare and makes for captivating reading, when woven so well.
Thank you muchly for sharing.
🌹
x
B
I have found myself burnt to ash, many a time... so this resonates for me. You are eloquent in your ability to purge such a personal depth, that I believe many here can identify with on one level or another. I admire that, very much.
The raw honesty and truth you access, is rare and makes for captivating reading, when woven so well.
Thank you muchly for sharing.
🌹
x
B
