phosphorus by Angela Thomas fleeting friendships like quick burning relationships, i am toxic to all who touch, worship, hate me. you will fantasize about a life like mine - quick and painful, full of moments left on stage to sing for an audience that doesn't include a single familiar face, full of moments left crumpled on the bathroom floor covered in little scraps of white tissue, black mascara, red lipstick. dig and dig and dig some more. find out what is under my psyche. my face looks beautiful. every moment of every day and beauty is rarely in pain, rarely sick, rarely even emotional. so if i smile, i am happy. disgenuine words dripping from my lips like venom from a snake, you recoil. whisper, gossip, talk about my words, how i boldly said them like i didn't care and threw them around like a ten cent whore, "i am so sorry if i did anything to hurt you." 10/20/2007 Posted on 10/20/2007 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)