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Remorse Over August ReadingRemorse Over August Reading By Georgia SheaRemorse Over August Reading
Am I not human?
What excludes me from this family of man? Is it the slits in my irises, shaping my pupils like a predator? Can you see the part of me bordering Chiaroscuro, half out of view
Exclusionary, A sigh on sight August reading, non-literary, intellectual conviction
Before my quote opens I realize You’ve put the book down, fingers gracing paper And you’re already walking away.
Am I not human? What’s your definition, genetics or gym class? Do monster’s not
by ~lillys-ash-princess
SomnambulistSomnambulist* By Georgia SheaSomnambulist
“Fucking rain…” Alex puffed a strand of white gold hair away from her face and hunched further under the faux-leather jacket. Cold and clammy, she could feel the rain water seeping through her jeans to her ass. It was irritating, but the wet crate was the only place in the alley to sit. Like most people who spend any lengthy time outside involuntarily, she’d learned to loath the weather. Aside from the cold and the wet seats, rain just changed things. It made the whole city smell for one thing. All the abandoned soda syrup that had dried into the pavement,
by ~lillys-ash-princess
SickSick By Georgia SheaSick
Please don’t come in, I’m lying on the floor. With pounding head, it’s cold tile solace I seek. It isn’t love that does this company keep, So do not press your cheek to this bathroom door. My head’s duck to the toilet three times this hour, Poison pink pepto is my only escape. I’m waiting for the thermometer to abate. Don’t touch me with your lips, my breath is sour!
Instead, you rest my head upon your lap
And murmur to me it will be alright. At 4:30 I take my first feveri
by ~lillys-ash-princess
Swamp CitySwamp City By Georgia SheaSwamp City
I can see the swamp ghost Its what they call white alligators The air is spun in drunken sugar Welcome to New Orleans
Its what they call white alligators Unlucky things that usually die Welcome to New Orleans The glitter here can be lethal
Unlucky things that usually die The city’s brain is hazy, too hot The glitter here can be lethal Watch her spin on overbalanced feet
The city’s brain is hazy, too hot I can’t remember why she’s kissing my neck Watch her spin on overb
by ~lillys-ash-princess
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Life is a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.
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To ere is human,
to forgive is not my job.
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'Judge if you want.
We are all going to die.
I intend to deserve it.'
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To ere is human,
to forgive is not my job.
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No matter the consequences, Stay true to myself.
Vide Infra: Killswitch
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To ere is human,
to forgive is not my job.
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~"Don't Panic"~
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