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>reading thru old stuff here and wondered what ever >became of Lamar....anyone know? > >Thanks > >Leisa*) > >>A crucifix burns shadows in the wall >>as teal pain peals away like sex >>and blunt cardboard white reaches through. >>Eyes wipe her away, curled up in the corner >>masking her. >>Rage backhands and blood smears across mothers teth. >>"Get to your room you worthless whore" >>A teenage face, dripping with fear >>decorated with running eyeliner >>Highlighted by the aura of a dim lamp. >>Sixteen takes another hit >>and opium dreams scream through her mind. >>Shattering every memory into a thousand shards. >>Red eyes, filled with tears >>and a mother stops watching and fights back. >>Sixteen closes her eyes again. >>A peircing crack... >>Light drips in around the mannequin >>birth falling to the ground >>Life and Death rolling down her cheek >>and specked about Louisville. >>"And for you ya slut" >>Joints crack as teenage six rises to its feet >>only to run into a sick laugh and a smile. >>Pulling her back to the birthing grounds, >>ripping off her first humiliation. >>White lace, just like her mother. >>No hesitation. >>And the second layer is gone, replaced only with pain >>Suicide >>and a thousand groping hands. >>Soft nipples give way as the slide beneath each >finger. >>Falling, giving up hope, half lifeless, >>unresistant and feeling like death. >>But not feeling. >>Not feeling his hands >>his mouth >>not feeling his cock. >>Just not feeling. >>Blackness, and then light. >>Waking on an olive green with eyes burning through her >>"He promised...he promised" >>and dreamy blackness again. >>Her first day at school, real dad kissing her cheek >>"Its gonna be OK" >>Three years later, walking inside >>tears streaming down mommies face. >>"Your daddies dead" >>And seven years later >>The second wedding. >>Cold sweat freezing her awake, and whispering what to >>do >>An opened closet >>and the soft pitter patter of feet to her parents room >>Answer in hand >>Three smoking echoes >>and they were all dead.
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