Monday, July 1, 2013
i want to read. i want to devour books.
and get back lost in my own world of music and literature.
instead of staring back at reality.
going back to study now.
piling todo lists.
in the shadow of our light
we see
the brightness,
blinding
repeat
repeat after me
in.
breathe.
dont forget to
have you had your lunch?
dinner?
have a bite dear.
i can see straight through you.
no, your lies.
burn.blubber.
burn in the bottomless pits of
insatiable hunger
dont you feel alive now?
stoned on the
pristine glass tiles
in this house of cards
flecked with yesterday night's bolognese sauce
head spinning.
color coded nausea
cherry red. tomato sauce
blue berry muffin
lemony yellow cheesecake
dark chocolately fudge cake
washed down with a glass of water
to help it come back up you see.
................. streaks. torn esophagus. somehow. somewhere.
our finger tips turning ............... the color of barely covered veins.
a shot of bile coming through .....................................................
like clotted cream. only that they look more like mocha chips. dead erythrocytes.