folding the pages to an escape
consume the clarity
worth the calories?
cut cut cut
you ate. You stupid *****
the edible woman.
girl, interrupted.
my eyes track along the shapes of my sanctity
a little train to my escape
i run as fast as my eyes can carry me.
isolated in my alphabets
my bell jar.
the Grecian shapes have fenced around me
but I'm snug as a gun.
and i cannot force myself to my own conceit.
Seamus Heaney
Shakespeare
my true friends.
listen to me. Speak to me
through their squiggles and stories.
who don't ask me to eat.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC
folding the pages to an escape
consume the clarity
worth the calories?
cut cut cut
you ate. You stupid *****
the edible woman.
girl, interrupted.
my eyes track along the shapes of my sanctity
a little train to my escape
i run as fast as my eyes can carry me.
isolated in my alphabets
my bell jar.
the Grecian shapes have fenced around me
but I'm snug as a gun.
and i cannot force myself to my own conceit.
Seamus Heaney
Shakespeare
my true friends.
listen to me. Speak to me
through their squiggles and stories.
who don't ask me to eat.