Thursday Aug 05, 2004

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In the night it got bitter. sidewalks all end here in the unsaid unloved unheard.
Suffocation is a feeling so familiar.
We watched the shattered glass and wondered maybe if we ourselves could shatter like that. Not while you're stuck in this human form. all we can do is bleed. Gush blood and vomit bile and transmit diseases. Maybe if we could shatter like that death would be pretty.
Maybe it already is just as a better alterniative to this. Is it? We didn't know that day and we still don't, we just wonder cradled by the city, Our alcoholic mother that spits at us in the morning.
Sometimes i am at war with words.
fuck this night.
Love, Lily
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alley_:
I think death is beautiful. Maybe its just me.
mamabunny:
I wrote something, it was inspired by your name:



Lily the Lover
Tripped over the Atlantic
Fell victim to her beautiful skin
Glory days
Hollywood held her down
Jackie O shading her eyes

She was paved with a pale coat
Straight up with her glass slippers
Martini queen
sipping away
Stomach turned inside out
She told me
her beautiful bones
broke her heart
and the diamonds
outshined her soul

Some days
On her good days
i would pretend to wear her rubies
pretend that my hair was slick
all those pretty dresses
filled my empty room
I could break the masses
and make the children laugh

I could always put her back
run outside
and chase the sun
build sandcastles
Lily might have lived in
where i was the guest of honor
where we would drink the red sea
and talk about things we would change
boys we should have kissed
paths we should have walked
and the trains we missed

She was always brighter
Inside me
I hear her stories
Lily pours from me
She opens doors for me
and she always saves
all the lost time
in her Prada coat.

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