feeling like something extravagant, some wild inspired woman

all in black

black beauty

whats with the pink and black lace.

-

i see how it's art.

-

becoming more accepting of the fact that maybe -maybe-

maybe this is all just for me i'm the unseen audience

inside theatre.

-

noises.

storing up a memory bank of images

images i call on

to put me to sleep to send me into dreams to just take me away for a second

just a second.

-

but now i'm drowing

drowning in imagery

and voices and songs and pictures

suffocated

suffercoated.

hmmmm

sweetness.

-

spinning, it's chaotic

and it's blissful and desperate and beautiful and all of those things

but it's real

and it's going somewhere, it has to go somewhere

something is going to

burst.

something which such force such

fury even

(hmm)

obliterate

(such big words)

destroy everything in it's path

immediate surroundings

like an echo

bounce back

and forth and

back

and back again.

-

something will explode

and leave

blood stains and bits of flesh

on the white white walls

of a junk filled bedroom

-

a little too close for comfort

this little glimmer of light

on the front of a train sure enough but still

light

bobbing up in the distance

distant dark of some

tunnel vision

like i'm only seeing what i want to say, twisting things

distorted images

ridicule

you're crazy.

-

i know..

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