( Jul. 28th, 2009 03:29 pm)
This is what you are going to hold. What is this? What is--? Okay. And you said I was going to bed early tonight. You want to tell me a story before the bath? Soap is in my mouth. The water is dirty. This dirt is not mine. This is what you're being told, shhh shhh. Okay. Tell me a story. Tell me. No-- Oh, what is--? Bring it over here. The bear. In my arms. Thank you. Thanks. I'm so tired, my eyes feel so heavy. Turn it down. Just don't turn it... off. Blank, blank. Numbers. The stains aren't coming off. It hurts. Hurts here. Kiss it, make it better. And here. And here and here and here and here. Here. This is what you are going to hold-- your blanket tight over my head. Creak. Creak. Crash. I'm so tired, my mouth is heavy. There's soap in my eyes. The sheets are dirty. The sheets are not mine. Hold me, hold your bear. Hold for the picture. Okay. Show me the picture of my arms. Bring me over here, shhh shhh. I -- know who. Tell me to sleep early. What is it? What is it? Please keep it down, the walls are painful.
( Jul. 27th, 2009 02:24 pm)
Developed painful sores on my knees and ankles... what's the use of being on them so much? My dress is soiled and I can feel the crawlers traveling between my legs. I can hear the walls shifting and a TV somewhere. The sounds of pornography wave in and out. Closing my eyes, I think about how much I want to ride a carousel and devour cotton candy until the light floods and my eyes burn again. You're coming and I become excited. You're coming and you're carrying a soldering gun. The lights hurt my eyes.
( Jul. 27th, 2009 11:12 am)
I sit in my own piss, waiting for the light to shine through the cracks of my ceiling (your floor), even though it stings my eyes each time.



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