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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Waltz of the Switchblade Sisters
[time] => 2003-08-03 23:05:00
[hometext] => this just came out of nowhere. i can't think of any better way to describe it than the title.
[bodytext] => Lisa Laceration and Felicity Fleshwound dance nightly on my wrists hypnotically swaying to the melodies of madness leaving crescent slices across my scarred skin with their switchblade stiletos the dance lithely across my veins gracefully, they puncture leaving track marks reminiscent of earlier suicides their cadence is the cocking of a pistol their bass drum, a slowing heart their crimson lips often kiss my scars before chewing them apart spinning, smiling laughing, screaming their seductive saunter reverts to a series of seizures that leaves them lying, exhausted inside the crevice of my wound my skin heals over their slumbering forms and now they flow within my veins chewing through tissue, devouring blood cells elusive as viral strains crawling into my warped mind whispering nostalgic reminders of their midnight dances on my tender flesh exciting within me, a lust for one more dance one last scar i slit my wrists to free them to see them dance once more and as they laugh at my folly my blood pours to the floor gently edging me towards then hurtling me off the edge of sanity i plummet towards the darkness that waits at the end of my scars and the end of their dance [comments] => 4 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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