Head falling heavily
finger nails clawing viciously
pain searing
muscles tense
...
Ils décorent les rues
Partout où l'on va.
Est-ce que tu les a vu?
Ils ne se cachent pas.
...
Vacant eyes and dry lips
Flat stomach, curved hips.
Long hair and longer legs
Yet on her knees, she begs.
...
I'm new at this but I love this. I'm not always in the poetry. But it's my poetry. I bite myself when I'm so angry i loose all sense of reason. My life goal is to break the psychological barrier that stops you from biting through your own flesh. I'm not crazy. I'm mediocre but everybody knows I'll do just fine. I'll get by. I study latin. I like American History. My name is Olivia.)
Rage
Head falling heavily
finger nails clawing viciously
pain searing
muscles tense
mouth stretched
throat aching
mind spinning
eyes closed
Fat to bone
hands on face
horrible taste
fingers down throat
Knees on cold tiles
up comes bile
colors mashed together
It's getting weaker
Hands under cold water
reflection is there
hate is overwhelming
blood is boiling
legs twitch
arms itch
the Rage is here to stay