Archive for September 2nd, 2007

Locked

I visualize a girl pounding at the door, screaming, screeching, wanting to be released. She has blood dripping from her eyes and mouth. She retreats to the corner of her locked up cell and is busy scratching her sore wounds. Her tears have no meaning, they just flow. That girl is me.

I can’t write

I just can’t write anymore. The words just don’t come out right. I have my mind full of so many things I want to puke out but my fingers don’t want to type anything more here. Blank.

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