Friday, January 30, 2009

I turn the tap the water bursts forth. I keep on turning til i meet resistance. I only turn one tap on. The one mark with the little red H. Nothing good every comes from the colour red. I curl into the foetal position under the faucet. I dont know how long i spend in the shower. As long as it takes. I took a brush used to scrub floors, industrial strength cleaning products and a pummelstone to my flesh. These are not the actions of a sane human being ..a healthy one. I turn the tap the opposite direction until i meet resistance again. I hop out and look in the mirror beads of red marr my already pinked skin were i have made myself bleed ...that damn red again. It doesnt matter it didnt work ...i wont wash clean....i still cant stomach looking at myself

Saturday, January 3, 2009

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In the end desire is always greater than consequence