| This is your Brain on drugs [its a double rainbow all the way across the sky] |


Little Dolly i was to you, a little doll.Little Dolly by ~teenyXvonXtease
we'd play dress-up and pretend.
you painted on my rosy cheeks
and turned up my lips with tinted ink.
shining smiles and glittering gifts
blinded me.
i was too bedazzled to realize
the darkness that you hid under your mask.
little trinkets winked merrily
from every corner of my house,
soon to became reminders
of what i owed you.
you took me out to play
and i always went at your behest,
whether i liked the game or not.
"i don't think we should be doing this."
i was so small in your hands,
my voice was so frail.
i could not call out from inside
the box you kept me in.
i put on whatever dress you


That Paper Heart v.2 I cut a heart out just for you,That Paper Heart v.2 by ~teenyXvonXtease
pink ink on
'heavy, bleached and acid-free'.
My trust in the strength of the
pressed and dried fibres was
mislaid
The wind blew them away
all too easily
and only a few of my tears were needed
to render them soggy.
I am left with a
dripping, pulpy mass.
-
You pressed your watermark
in to a sheet that was set
too early into the mould.
Now I mangle and deface your imprint.
As I try to tape together
the jagged pieces,
the paper-cuts sting and
my fingers throb with
every scissor-sharp heartbeat.
I am left with a
surplus of red ink.


Dream-Weaver The scent of his skinDream-Weaver by ~teenyXvonXtease
cannot adequetly be described.
There are hints of something familair
- yeast, laundry, sweat that is bitter-sweet;
these are all parts of his
bodily boquet.
The silk of his belly hair
brushes gently against my wrist
and my blood seems
to cool with the
familiar reassurance.
His body a space heater,
see my naked foot
contrast the inky dark covers
- temperature control.
My soft breath slides past
his ear;
his hand twitches
against my thigh
- signs of subconcious love.