It’s a tee. It’s a dress. It’s the new Graphic T-shirt Dress.

statue.

i sit frozen for hours
staring at the window
watching the crack between
the curtain
light up with sun
and disappear as quickly
as it came
for the sun went
behind the coulds again

i’am a petrified statue
trying not to crumble
and crack
(though with age, i will have to)
i imagine bursting from within
this tomb
smashing the cucoon
leaving the pieces
scattered behind:
the remains of my
pathetic
conformist
life.

For these ashes aren’t who i am:
they’re the layers you built around me.
(stale) sugar pastry.
to hide who i am.
what i really wanted.
your empty shell of a woman.

well – i dream like a little girl
i scream like a little girl
i don’t want to be your Wendy;
always there, in the same place
my whole life:
each time you return i’m a little
older.
more damaged.
more miserable.

the window is open.
the curtains blowing,
but no one is home.

statue.

ElleHurley

Joined April 2010

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