Crash and stain inside your mind, screaming quietly in pain. Inside a bathroom stall, “shhh whisper it low, we’re nothing at all”. Jonathon breaks into parts with another, ‘put on display for leering eyes, framed in a grainy cell phone shadow. Forced into, to be found by another, a guilty hurt, shoved against a graffiti’d wall. Hair pulled out and arms bruised.
Another late night celebrity?
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Yes, I write and post them immediately. Thanks for your comments, by the way. You've written some interesting stuff, yourself.
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