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Bastard Angel
And god, I hope it hurts.
I really do,
I hope it leaves marks on your body,
On every piece of you,
That barely whispered question off a woman’s lips.
“What did you do?”
I hope it stings, I hope your ears ring.
When you hear the tone of my voice
On the phone.
I hope it is known,
I haunt you, just as, if not more,
than you haunt me,
I hope you see me in every face,
I hope I leave a stubborn trace,
And it doesn't wash off.
Man to woman.
Look me in the eyes.
Tell me what you see?
reflected off the whites
and yellow teeth,
Does it burn?
Knowing what you do,
and knowing I know it
much better than you,
I know the burn.
And I know the ache.
the rhythm of panting.
the rhythm of acting.
Bastard angel.
Bastard and angel.
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Amy
this is cool ^_^ would u mind sharing what it’s about?
yes sure! I hope it explains it a bit lol.
So bastard angel is about the relationship between a person who is hurt, and who hurt them.
I wrote it with trauma in mind, but it may apply to other relationships.
It's about an angel, or the hurt person, being upset and damaged over the fact they are hurt, that their purity is tainted, and they are forever changed, and bastard is seemingly unscathed, and is able to walk away from what they have done, and the angel, in some way, feels an urgent sense to hurt them back in some way, wishing to haunt them with the confrintation of their actions, in a sense, and refusing to be a victim.
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figured as much! thank you for sharing
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anytime (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و
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