||[Feb. 26th, 2014|02:21 pm]
|||||patti smith - "spell"||]|
throbbing heart of embarrassment and wonder
somewhere, something went wrong
so soon, yet so long. silence is only a friend some times.
with every bite taken, with that one no unheeded, natural and open draw closer, pain where there once was
this something, another chip in the varnish, another reason not to crack your shell
this something, inescapable, ineradicable, always, from here
it's no big deal. it won't happen again. leave it behind you.
this loving advice is so not fucking helpful.
not where persistent, chronic, decomposing, never fully live again
you carry death inside you little one
your sunburnt hair and wild eyes
a shine on the outside too hectic to hope for
and yet, they say. some call you whore, even sanctified by the privacy in their own skulls
some say, it's not that big a deal. well to that, may you always walk brainlessly blithe through
the clay cunt of some alien harpy
fuck you, world. the snake, she eats her own tail, the world, she eats all her young, eventually some day.
you wanted the pleasure and now you shall have the pain