The Inspirational Kill

4/26/2017

The Inspirational Kill

She sheds her hope to feed it again
To feed the song, she longs for again
To feed the song, she eats the pen
Swallows it whole and eats it again

She blinds herself in the blackest hole
She lies unclothed and designs her soul
She hides behind the science she stole
And dies while trying to convince them all

Blood is worshipped like artist to muse
Stuck in this s**t as she started to puke
Sucked up the sick she bombarded to use
And picked up the pen, off of her shoes

The shedding is gone, grow back the skin
Where the soul is lost, grow back a limb
She wrote the song she longed to begin
But she swallowed it whole and ate it again

3 Comments

Joanna Blufox link

4/23/2017 05:24:36 pm

YOU ARE SO TALENTED. ALL OF YOUR POEMS/BLOGS ARE SO DEEP THAT WHEN I READ THEM IT FEELS AS IF YOU'RE TALKING TO ME OR WITH ME I SHOULD SAY. I THINK MANY WOMEN CAN NOT ONLY RELATE TO YOUR WRITINGS BUT APPRECIATE KNOWING THAT THEY MAY NOT BE ALONE ON THEIR JOURNEY.

Troy

4/27/2017 12:57:57 am

I don't know what was more deep, the title or the body of the poem! That was dope af!!!!!!

MisssLaura

12/27/2017 12:35:20 am

I feel like that is me when ever i try to write my feelings out on paper im i tear it up and throw it away. People say writing out your feelings is hard, but for me im so used to keeping my feeling bottled up instead of releasing them. Beautiful poem.

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