She wears her hurt upon her wrist,
With perfect scars she will insist,
Her breathing surely will desist,
Once her face meets his iron fist.
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The Stories Written On Her Bones.
The Story of Lolita
- Lolita Bones
- Her name is LOLITA BONES. And she writes. She does so, not because she can't speak or because she feels as though she's unheard, but simply because its all she knows. Lyrics and poetry flow through her veins, prose and editorials pour from her soul. In her world writing is passion personified, the ultimate release. It's epically sexual and treacherously dangerous, annoyingly devious and obnoxiously extreme. And still, at the very same time, it calms and it soothes. It's a thirst that's never fully quenched for her. A forever game of cat and mouse, but she is never caught.
She never censors and barely edits. She speaks in rhymes and follows few rules, a literary tornado causing a wake of metaphoric destruction in her path. Nothing about her makes sense, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
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