anne
it is easy to forget i have the power of words. i have been too afraid to write the stories, too tired of having to feel the memories.
i am like anne sexton. crazy at the edges. insane and i turn rotten to the middle. a bad apple.
why arent you here, honeybee? im so angry with you. my fingers are turning yellow from rolling joints. i keep remembering before you were free, when you were still trapped in a body that was born to be somebody elses. i saw you since the beginning and you needed that, but once your voice changed and hair grew and surgery was over... you didnt need me anymore. you could see it too.
do i just love you more? this floor is cold. im taking my medication again. it makes anne sexton go away. it makes me tired. it makes smiling not hurt. it makes my writing stop.
it makes me forget about you.
i am like anne sexton. crazy at the edges. insane and i turn rotten to the middle. a bad apple.
why arent you here, honeybee? im so angry with you. my fingers are turning yellow from rolling joints. i keep remembering before you were free, when you were still trapped in a body that was born to be somebody elses. i saw you since the beginning and you needed that, but once your voice changed and hair grew and surgery was over... you didnt need me anymore. you could see it too.
do i just love you more? this floor is cold. im taking my medication again. it makes anne sexton go away. it makes me tired. it makes smiling not hurt. it makes my writing stop.
it makes me forget about you.