I snub my noise at your labor of love, spit it out onto your clean floor
I want to throw dirt on you, rub my grimy hands on your freshly washed linen.
I want to rend and rip and tear its head off.
I want to throw it on the ground and smash it with my foot
I want to squish it under my thumb and grind its guts into the concrete.
I want to smear its beauty with crimson and black and blue.
I want to pinch his skin from his body and bite off his ear.
I want to rage and curse and smash my fist into your face.
I want to twist it until it severs, dig my nails into your eyes and scratch your cheeks until they bleed.
I want to grab you by the hair and pull with all my strength.
I want you to suffer the deepest horror life can muster.
To get it out of my head and into the universe for the preservation of my insanity. "Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again." ~ Andre Gide
Saturday, June 22, 2013
A Poem by my daughter
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