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uppers, downers, opiates, speed, bruisers, brawlers, alcoholics, guilty dreamers, compulsive liars, erectile dysfunction, burn drives, stories boys tell me at night so i feel like they want me, so i give it all up in ten minutes or less. well that's that, that's over and done, but never the less the scars don't seem to fade. i keep pretending all my purple stretch marks are some tribal rite of passage, i keep pretending they are beautiful, but really they make me want to puke. like my mother's voice on the phone and all my tears, always trying to release it, always trying to get it all out, like a tricky splinter wedged in my foot, like something i could yank out with my fingers and toss in the trash can.

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Uploaded on April 4, 2009
Taken on April 3, 2009