Tuesday, October 30, 2001

a vampire complex

i couldn't stand to be like her,
so i ripped at myself,
cutting to scar myself
and stain myself alive.
she did the same and
how i cried -
damn this mirror;
i don't want a reflection.

Wednesday, October 17, 2001

touch me?

i was thumbing through some memories yesterday, everything i've ever done and seen. there were so many pages of misdirected hate, wrongful love, doomed-to-fail relationships. and buried in a rust-colored box the gently fading memories of wrongful lust, groping hands, my childhood fear of discovery. i look back and think that maybe i can forgive him, but it will be so long until i forget. for the memory, however dark, sparkles as if it were yesterday, even hidden in the murky depths of my heart. hands are so beautiful but i'm scared of men's hands.