Porcelain Read Count : 9

Category : Poems

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Darling you're weeping.
You're hurting.
You're brooding.
Pricking your wrist and Palm so now you're bleeding.
You can feel it
Your confusion
Your delusion
Your angst
Made of porcelain.
Now you're cracking.
Fuck your feelings.
Cause they're hammering.
On your delicate porcelain sillouette.
Plucking the nails of your porcelain fingers. You're bleeding
How much bleeding can you take?
All your worries.
Punching cracks in your porcelain insides.
You can't bear it
You just fear it and now you're suffocating.
Call for help please
Don't be dead please.
I thought we were acting for our school play guess we aren't cause your mask is slipping off.
Hug your Teddy but don't bleed all over him.
Call the nurses, call the nurses.
I'd apply pressure on the wound but I don't see it, can't find it
You've been dead since last two years.
Except you're breathing and you're still bleeding and you're eating, blinking and still dying.
Existing is squeezing the air out of your porcelain lungs.
Made of porcelain.
Now you're cracking.
Fuck your feelings.
Cause they're hammering.
On your delicate porcelain sillouette.
Plucking the nails of your porcelain fingers. You're bleeding
How much bleeding can you take?

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