Words just aren’t enough like
A few more nicks left after the
Band-Aid box is empty
The bathroom floor is wet
From a calculated shower,
No more tears, no splashes on
The counter
Cloudy mirror like my mask
Martyr less lengths
I fall asleep expecting
Less from you drunk and
Waiting for your arrival
Miss your touch like new
Unpadded carpet
Pick you like fresh basil to
Season my life
I watch you exfoliate past
Fucks to continue us with integrity
Pick my teeth after a bad movie
While you watch
And watch you pee
Bare compassion to repress
Less than tedious menace
I’m a child full of giggles
Run from the bulls of commitment
And amuse myself with your
Hard on
I’m beautiful with bruises on
My knees
May 20, 03
About Me
- Pixie Vixen
- So much of the following is no longer true. Although some of it is. And more will probably be changing soon. I just don't have the heart to change it yet: I graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in Literature and extensive coursework in Computer Engineering. I'm a lover of animals, art, music, culture and language. Because of my love for music, I joined the Detroit Concert Choir and competed in the Llangollen Festival in North Wales! I want to find a way to change the world, albeit cheesy, and I hope that my love of architecture and the environment can symbiotically lead me in new directions in life. I am an avid beer drinker and travel to some of the best beer fests in the U.S. – none internationally – yet. I spend my free time (what free time??) dancing, singing and taking art, drafting, photography and architecture classes at Lawrence Tech. My husband and I live in Ferndale, Michigan, one of the hippest, yet most conscientious cities around.
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