Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Thursday, 12 May 2011
a sour taste in my throat; drip drip drip drip. swollen feet and broken skin, swimming in the rain. stumbling scratched knees, just for today. the wind is licking my face. you are a pop up story book, a film, a photograph i have never seen before. my legs are dotted with cold and you place your balmy hand on my thigh to make it all fade away. i am empty and lonely yet flying high like a kite. we run through the woods taking photographs of ourselves, of my breasts. flashing lights, we are euphoric, weightless. let us lie in the blanketed buttercups, let us dream. everything is tainted. when I sleep i dream of you and the mistakes we made and i wake up in a sweat. i am numb today.