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TheBodycage — Waiting For Your Fingers

Published: 2004-05-12 15:01:47 +0000 UTC; Views: 137; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 11
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Description Had a mouthful and i'm still hungry
I get so angry at this body
Always craving
Always wanting more
Fuel for the soul
Energy for life

I'm walking into glass doors
Jogging over puddles of needles
Salted tears sting my eyes
Released from their fleshy cage
After the trip home i'll end up covered in sweat
Ashamed to wake each breaking day

The idealogy lays dormant

I didn't want the food to touch me
So i left it there to rot and go cold
In the event where i do succumb to the stomach pains
All matter will be too soiled to consume

And i didn't want to throw up again...

So, i cried for a little while
Too scared to let it near me
To discard my troubles
Abuse my divinity
Paper thin should be this skin
A cling wrap to its bones

I should walk a bit faster...
And penetrate those doors...
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Comments: 3

orgasmicdemise [2004-05-17 01:42:23 +0000 UTC]

i agree with frankienexus.. totally.. though i couldn't be bothered typing lots.
as i've sad many a time.. you are genius.. when i read your stuff.. it makes me feel.. and that is something that i need at the moment. bla bla bla *grin*

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frankienexus [2004-05-12 15:49:51 +0000 UTC]

mmm, the self knowledge in this, is scary, the view u show us of a person knowing and fighting those demons, is she losing, will she slide will she win thru, the poem is bleak and beautiful and scary cause it asks so many questions and leaves the fears and answers , just out of reach.
this poem moved me, made me think, made me want to know the writer

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TheBodycage In reply to frankienexus [2004-05-13 01:20:16 +0000 UTC]

At least it sparked some sort of emotion.
Good comment Frankie.

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