I disassociate
Long hours to avoid the ache
Your unholy wait
Thick iron gate
You painting over the marks I make
With the masks I take
Smiling, saying “everything’s okay”
We perfect the fake
Laughter fills the day
My fang will shake
I’m not ok
Or have words to say
More laughter
I’m after
More laughter, I’m after
More laughter
I’m after
More laughter, not like her
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal





*laughs insanely*
*dies on fucking street*
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Thanks for the continued love despite my isolation! ❤
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You’re welcome Delia….I hope you feel better….take all the time you need….take care of yourself ❤️
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I appreciate that, I do! Lots of predators out there in sheep’s clothing!
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Then you must stay safe….I know you’ll come out of these tough times….you’re a strong woman…a beautiful being….
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Awe thank you Navin! 🙂
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✨❤️
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