Kill The Girls

My body lies;
open ashtray.
Vindicate yourself,
blow me away.

{25.10.06}

Home

{29.09.10)

Just when I think I've come to the bottom,
to the very edge of the earth.
Where there is no point in fighting
anymore.

It's now, that I realise
I have everything to lose.
And I feel sick.
For being ignorant
all the days that have passed,
until now.

Everything,
everyone.
That I love.
Everyone.
They are already here,
right next to me.

conception The

This is something I wrote a while ago. It seemed appropriate. For now. Perhaps my life is stuck on repeat.

Hope you like it.

02 October 2005

conception The

redness on my heels, goes so nicely

with The bruise on my hip.

The pulling at my hair

when i sleep, The scratching

at my skin

and noises that pinch my ears.

if you peeked through The window

you'd see my fingertips clawing

The sheets.

and then, would you look at me

with different eyes. would you

imagine The rise and fall of

my chest as

you remember the glimpses

and The night

flooding into your mind.

am i that unwholesome

that you would stare

at The clothes that

hide The shame.

if only you knew The

way The water envelopes

me when i bathe.

if you knew that when i

close my eyes, i'm not

sleeping. as you looked

through The bars of

The cage that i have

created. would you look at me

with different eyes.

would you feel The burn

that i do. like it burning

inside of me. you saw me crying

but you didn't want to look.

you heard me hurting but you

didnt want to listen. just

like The fire in your eyes

it burns in me. it's not

The end, but The....

White Rabbits

When I'm free, I'll run as far as I can.
I'll run as far as I have to. Until I don't feel it anymore.
Until I don't want it.
This crazy, down-the-bottom-of-a-dark-hole feeling.
Eating up my mental health.

Clawing at the walls. Maybe it's dirt.
Rocks and broken glass.

Sometimes down here I give up and
I can hear the silence. It's loud.
And I can feel that there isn't enough room.
It's the pressure.
Pushing down on me.
Taking up every inch of space.
Forcing me to want.
Wanting someone to force me.
Down and down.

And down.




I'd sell my soul to get out of here.
I'd let you hurt me.
I'd do what you need. What is demanded.


Down here the rain is cold and the earth is warm.
Brown soil that turns to mud.
It sticks like glue to my legs and hands.
I start to sink.


Down and down.
And down.

Toward the past that I long to forget.
I sink further to where there is less air.
To a place where a terrible version of myself exists.
A shameless girl.
She has no pride. Or dignity.
She begs for you to set her free.
And it's a lie.
Twisting your needs
to meet her own.

I'd burn her.
If only we were different, I'd burn her.
I'd set fire to clothes and hair and lies.


Look again.
It's only me down here.
In the mud. And rocks.
It's me. Crazy and clawing at these walls.
I have no dignity. No shame.
I have no air down here.

Come closer and set me free.
I'll sell my soul.
Just for now. I'd let you hurt me.

Then when I'm free, I'll run as far as I have to.
Until I don't want it anymore.

Untitled

I imagine ripping my computer monitor from the table, a mess of electrical cords in tow.
It smashes into the carpet and I'm already grabbing the cpu. The CPU.
I'm taking it outside and somehow there is an axe in my hand.
Perhaps it has been there all along.
Pieces of black plastic and metal are spraying out onto the cement.
I'm swinging down. Hard.
Documents, files, emails. Gone.
But I'm not thinking about that. I'm pouring petrol on my grey swivel chair.
On my paperwork.
On the printer beeping MISFEED at me in blue light.
It's all burning.
I'm imagining it all burning.

only Tuesday

drowning in a blue haze
drowning in paperwork
i'm just drowning

down and down
i go
into the week

twisting and turning
and falling
i won't make it out

alive.


{Originally Written 2.02.09}

look up.

sometimes i'll be waiting for an almighty crash from
above me.
planes falling from the sky.
the world caving in.
i look above me,
waiting.

nothing ever happens,
though.

and so i keep waiting.

Ring Ring.

Luckily the phone on the desk in my three-sided office
has the date on it.
Otherwise,

I would forgot what day it is.

Sometimes



it is so grey in here,
that I forget












my own
name.