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


In the end desire is always greater than consequence