20/11/2009

It's the rampage of thoughts

dripping down

the liner

mascara

wet and damp

and trickling

down

ow

And the nakedness

the exposure

the robe covers what

seems to be so

sexual
it can be fragile

not always what

we seem to be we are

all human after

all the same

to an extent

and the pain

the pain

the howl

the shriek the sound of glass smashing on the wall and the pain of voice and the lullaby of sleep

they creep in the head in the throat in the nose they staccato on my forehead and bounce off the

cries the cries i hate it don't speak don't talk keep it in the pain take a picture make it sexy take a picture but it's sad