[white oleanders]

Jan 28, 2004 19:14

a poem i would like to share. it's taken from the book [white oleanders].. *mutters* gotta get that book one day...

It sickens me to think of you
a prevalence of void
unholy
immovable
damned.gifts.
an overblown sense of his own importance.
I wish you were dead

forget about you.
crow
florid with
fantasies
it's so awful
a perfect imitation
a liability to love
forget you
Ingrid Magnussen

quite alone
masturbating
rot
disappointment
grotesque

Your arms cradle
poisons
garbage
grenades

Loneliness
long-distance cries
forever
never
response.

take everything
feel me?
the human condition

Stop
plotting murder
penitence
Cultivate it

you
forbid
appeal

rage
impotent
it's too
important
I
cringe

fuck
you
insane
person
dissonant and querulous

my
gas tanks marked FULL

* the above was the letter Astrid did for her mother, after sifting through the letters HER mother sent her. o_O; Ingrid is a scary woman.
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