- the biggest idiot in the world -
it gets into my blood
this plague, niggling at me
a never-ending tale
of one notoriously fickle girl
splashing out in this world
not waving, but drowning
big and bold outwards
making lively conversations
at communal tables
with forgettable ghosts
yet haunted inside
stricken
but if i can bear it
grin and dilute this spiteful business
get scraped and cleaned
and fly out the door
then i'd be open
not the biggest idiot in the world
but alive and off the hook
and i'll still be here
She stares into me and scrutinizes herself, then grimaces. She eyes her hair critically - long, all-over-the-place, just-got-out-of-bed hair. A hand rises and explores the contours of her face - this shell that is so often manipulated to hide everything underneath......... ~the mirror~
Friday, August 20, 2004
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