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.