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  • laurelannefox 170w

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    Grab the tip of your tongue and say, "I was born on a pirate ship."
    Well?
    It's supposed to sound like, "I was born on pile of shit," an immensely enjoyable trick for the eight year old me... I'm surprised you've never heard it.
    It's not true, by the way.
    My birth. I wasn't born on a pile of shit. Not unless the Naval Hospital at Camp Lejune in Jacksonville, NC is one, because my mother certainly isn't one. The state itself, the country and continent, nay, the planet itself- none of these are piles of shit.
    I'll allow for a possible petrified poo or two laying unseen beneath the topsoil upon which the base was built but beyond that, you'll have some convincing to do.
    As I sit here with the TV on, my pants off, and the evening's empty syringe standing up on my thigh,




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    LOL I JUST FOUND THIS UNFINISHED PIECE.
    I dunno wtfx looks like a memory draft I forgot about...c well salud
    ©laurelannefox

  • laurelannefox 197w

    Love, internal dialogue, unspoken

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    ... forget it. I have to wonder how we will come to lay together in such a way, when we so rarely...

    Anyway, I quit.

  • laurelannefox 197w

    That little word

    Desperation? Unknown. Do we, who be shooting stars confounding reason... do we, in our embittered march toward the "center of the maze'... Do we, with our painted lips and perfumed tails a'swish in longing... do we, whose dreams of fucking in the rain pay hearty tax to each day's pain, in dewy promise which you'll maim ... Do we just defeat ourselves? Does dusty drawings on this shelf, those cries for help we've made in stealth, the way you did not get the wealth of affection paid with health... Defeating all my Wiles with a damned disease, I am become a junky, dis, a disease, distancing, disastrous habits copied, why, it's seemingly meant to say bye... Does defeat live in my eyes?

    ©laurelannefox

  • laurelannefox 198w

    Sleep

    Half a mind to poke a hole
    Tear a road into the fold
    Strongholds falling
    Where's her sea
    Scenes of dying planetary
    Joyful noises hit the node
    Split with Adam's righteous tones
    Children's children's
    Dreams have fled
    Now with you here in my bed

    TRUST ME

    Principles you write to me
    A play thing's trainers don't fit me
    Watched my words enter your eyes
    Sighed all thankful
    Then I cried
    What the fuck is new tell me
    All emotions spring a leak
    Roadmaps washed upon my cheek
    Legend has it
    That's where FUCKED belongs
    Cherished stories such as these
    Caused your martyrdom
    Trusted in my WHAT?!
    But it's all gone

    TRUST ME
    TRUST ME

    BABY WHERE YOU BEEN
    TELL ME

    Now
    TRUST ME
    you see
    I'M FUCKING SLIDING
    GASHES
    WHEN
    I END THIS

    SONG

    now you lay me down to weep
    How truth will echo back at me
    Strut the talk
    You got this man
    Now no worries
    Now I free your hand

    Trust me to apologise
    Despite genuine alibis
    Think the grade was way too steep
    To drag my trusting heart
    while it's asleep

    .............

    ©laurelannefox