All Posts By Rebecca Charlotte

That Bitch Called Media

So many girls get trapped by that bitch called Media and her virtual cage. Her spider web of filters latch on filtering out flaws and...

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Archives of My Mind

I’m the archivist of my mind But I lack the proper training to keep a clean house

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The Hunger

My mother she ate me, my mother she left me. She gave me complexes and stresses, ribbons and dresses. Some of my favorite things. I’ve...

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Love Psychopath

I’m a love psychopath, addicted to that feeling. swaying hips blood red lipstick trails of roses leading me down this dark dark road....

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Safe Words

Baby, where you going? Baby, you don’t know a thing. You don’t know the ways of the world, Stop saying such words Stop saying...

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Oxidization

I need to feel bad, It’s been so long, long enough That time has started the process Of oxidizing my heart Rusting it through and through...

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House of Dearth

A marionette tugging at her strings. A brunette Barbie bursting from the seams. Seams of micro mini dresses, hanging from the closet of her...

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Drano Love

If only you could drown the heart in Drano, unclogging the feelings stuck in your chest. Feelings that will never find words effective...

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Camera Cracks

She wants to turn on the camera. Needs to turn on the camera. Must not turn on the camera. But feels compelled to hide behind her mask of...

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