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Ophelia.

Long, matchstick legs that meet with leather boots.

Encased in fishnet, spread out and scarred,
 
Her name, Ophelia, goddess of the damned.


A broken teen with a burning cigarette

Clenched between her lips.

Gentle hands, weary eyes, a contagious, wild smile.

I watch, entranced, the belt tight around her arm

Blue branches and bone, calling out to death.


A needle enters, a thin splice of metal pain

Piercing her delicate, ivory skin.

Then, she feels, everything...

Nothing, all again.
OblitusAuri OblitusAuri 18-21, F 3 Responses May 28, 2010

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I LIKE THE RAW KICK U IN THE GUT KIND OF ****. WAY TO BE THERE.imser

I actually liked it; it reminded me of the song "Hurt" (Nine Inch Nails and Johnny Cash afterwards)

Awesome writing. :)

Thank you! :///>