Tag Archives: poetry
I Have Given
Burning feeling, low in my belly. I’m fat, but it’s empty. I didn’t finish breakfast this morning, because I’m a selfish horrible bitch. I got to have a little bit, infested fruit, crawling with filth, and a bite of something … Continue reading
black dog
Clawing and wishing I could hold on wishing there were some other way to make sense of the things around me that didn’t involve putting them in my mouth. Feeling like a less-than-toddler at being able to cope, feeling like … Continue reading
Motherland II
Look out the windows at the shining days, the caught-ups, the ones who blithely move through life with an assurance of peace, and a blindness to the voracity of despair. Remember yet again that to resist, to strive against the … Continue reading
Fed
That fullflush feeling of heady high; standing up in front of everyone, everything, and saying my piece. Finally having peace. Appeasing the monstrous thing in me that wants to be fed, has to be fed. It’s a glorious thing, to … Continue reading
How I Am
You ask me how I am. You ask me how my life is. I never tell you. I never really tell you, because I always spill. I always tell everyone everything. I always rip open and let it loose and … Continue reading