Monday, February 25, 2002

opaque

stuck to the ceiling tonight.
i'd shoot myself to create
the masterpiece, emulsified in
careful preparation...
mummification
so you can see this exact change
spilling from my hands hitting
the floor, gun slid down.

Wednesday, February 20, 2002

reasons

i don't know, myself.
i felt the need.
a mental anorexia i
cannot control,
nothing but myself, my blade.

cut again.
guilty.
habit.
cut again.
i love you.
i hate myself.

Tuesday, February 5, 2002

control

i said nothing.
wore nothing to upset you,
smiled,
when you asked me to.
but what is good enough for you?

i am not your perfect model;
i wish i was.
sculpted and ragged in the wind,
dainty rivulets of blood.
no real model
owns x-actos
and scars.