Purpose..

This is where my darkest/sensual/deathly/hopeless writing will grow.
I wanted to create a space where I don't feel obligated to be positive or be 100% honest with my feelings.
I needed a place where sporatic, unrationalized emotions can die.
I hope my thoughts will be a theatrical gift to you.


Let the Light live on in the midst of the Dark.

Friday, December 28, 2012

an old dream i had

We were stuck in a bloody bathroom with no windows 
You fingered fucked me as I bled 
And I found no pleasure I found no displeasure
I had the steady thought that there were no windows
No ways of escape 
No ways of hiding what I had fell into

I knew you would find me
And you did
You gently pushed open the locked door
As I knew you could
And you said "I knew it, I knew it"
Like I knew you did

You took me away from that scene
You took my hand
As we walked away I searched your eyes for shame, and found none.

Thank You,

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