a neurotic girl verging on normalcy
Posted by ~ jamiegirl
these days i show the years.. i think about what it might be like to buy the book with the ugliest cover.. ive folded desire in four, laid it out on a bare white shelf. it may gather dust.. i might toss it away like an old dishrag but im taking it all in of the bars of my ribcage. im coming apart like a ten cent toy,carrying my head under my arm. i sometimes live in the dark spokes of my iris. i want to sleep in the ruin of last nights make up. i need a new commandment. i will weep a page of black ink. i will be an unprotected witness.
jamiegirl
