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My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.

T.L. Martin

I don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.
T.L. MARTIN

Deal Learning Myself Name Need Reason
I’m a bird trapped in a self-made cage.
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Bird Myself Prison Trap
Don’t play with the Devil, he always cheats.
T.L. MARTIN

Cheating Devil Play Yourself
Before I found an outlet through sex and blood.
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Blood Myself Sex
Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.
T.L. MARTIN

Breathe Fade Floor Herself Listening Shower
Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.
T.L. MARTIN

Hard Hell Myself Stand Touch
Submissive, sure, but someone who wants it all the same.
T.L. MARTIN

Routine Submissive
It’s time to see what happens when I fly.
T.L. MARTIN

Fly Myself See Time
Life is going to break your heart. Remember to say thank you.
T.L. MARTIN

Break Heart Life Remember Thankful Yourself
I might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.
T.L. MARTIN

Fancy Forget Head Important Myself Wash Woman
We have no use for people who don’t want to be here.
T.L. MARTIN

People Requirement Willing
I never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.
T.L. MARTIN

Cleaning Expectation Hell Myself
This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice.
T.L. MARTIN

Beautiful Death Goodness Justice Need Yourself
His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou. There is no good to be found in Death.
T.L. MARTIN

Cold Death Disappoint Draw Eyes Goodness Myself Open
Art is a private piece of me.
T.L. MARTIN

Art Myself One Liner Pieces Privacy
I may be unhinged, but I’m constantly working to channel my urges. It never stops, the self-restraint, the need for more.
T.L. MARTIN

Channel Myself Need Urge Work

My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.

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