Elizabeth Broken

Elizabeth Broken Jul 2010

Which type of fairy to believe in? The small ones that live in buttercups, or the medium-sized ones about a foot tall, or the ones that float? With a sudden "oh!" you realized: "There are all kinds of fairies, I believe in all of them."

Elizabeth Broken Jul 2010

No Reason for Reasoning

Blindly bumbling, slightly stumbling,
And these words are too big for my mouth, my dear.
They choke me, they trip me, they tear me to pieces,

And those pieces, they fall to the ground, my dear.

Elizabeth Broken Mar 2010

Nothing left, Nothing right

i haven't eaten in three days.
i haven't smiled in three days.
i haven't slept in three days.

i haven't lived, for three days.
maybe i'll disappear.

it's all that is left to hope for.

— The End —