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....
