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(non-life cycle and undevelopment)

shy smile, shiny hair, tiny body and wide eyes,    
she was only fourteen.    
good girl, listened to daddy but loved mommy.    
daddy hated mommy,    
and she hated daddy how mommy could not.    
but daddy took good care    
made sure all's well, every hope, every dream    
specially crafted    
in a way that's picture perfected, never neglected,    
just asphyxiated.    
   
never loved but loved to be hated.    
loved to be penetrated,    
lips stretched in a way that feels safe.    
ass ripped, violated,    
throat rubbed raw, he brought to life all the clips he saw.    
she loved it,    
she brought to life her pain upon all.    
fire plus oxygen is    
never satiated, this desire burns    
on and on in weak minds.    
   
gravitational pull to the wine and cheap lines,    
far away from love.    
wreaking havoc, bob saget on the pathway.    
loosing they, they    
insufflating three years up the cavity.    
a distant memory,    
she tries to remember she before the tragedy.    
she blocks out, drinks to black out    
eats pills to opt out, passes out, snarfs to snap out.    
a distant memory,    
   
he tries to remember he before the whore,    
not prepared for what's in store.    
they'll fight the other's demon for a lifetime.    
seperate but wholly connected,    
unholy invested in the trinity of self destruction.    
she struggles to breathe,    
connecting to a respirator, #123,    
or is it #1- ah fuck,    
she can't recall, sucks its/his life out, sucks it all.    
she fucks his brains out,    
   
her new pa', he's too weak to fight for long.    
tired and worn out    
from fighting all his previous demon whores,    
there's 19 to be exact.    
he's trapped and can't not resent that fact.    
she's dependent on daddy,    
new dad, true dad she never had, mind corruption.    
he produces picture perfected,    
never neglected silhouettes from broken dreams,    
now that's true not-love.    
   
tired smile, gray hair, two kids and angry eyes,    
she was only forty three.
Written by jturner
Published | Edited 2nd Nov 2012
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