My tongue has gathered dust,
My lips, crack and bleed.
If I could open this jammed up jaw,
I could finally scream.
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My tongue has gathered dust,
My lips, crack and bleed.
If I could open this jammed up jaw,
I could finally scream.
I love this! I love the imagery and desperate feel
I’ve felt like screaming all day, ha!
Have just stumbled across your blog and this is amazing! Definitely following
I love your enthusiasm. Oh we’re going to be fast friends :) I can tell. Thanks for being here, love!
Yay, friends! Haha can’t wait to read more from you :)
Feel free to stalk me, especially the kind where you leave cupcakes at my door
That is the best kind of stalking… or anonymous love notes?
Aye, that would be quite entertaining
Coming right up… as soon as I can make them anonymous! *hmmm…*
Yah, that’s quite the trick isn’t it
Just you wait… J (I won’t even know who to address them to!)
Mwahaha!! I could be some creepy old guy looking to molest. Tut tut, be careful
Impressive dedication to that deception, given the “still a wife and mom” line in another post somewhere on here…!
Oh but the most clever deception is one spun carefully over a great length of time
Fair play, if you are a creepy old man you deserve a chance just for effort.
Oh rest easy, dear. Very much NOT a creepy dude
Would be awkward if we met and both were.
I’d have to buy you a beer
what stark imagery. I adore the pain in this. It makes me thing of that feeling of trying to scream when you’re dreaming and nothing comes out.
EXACTLY!!!!