Realism
2010-10-28

i am a daughter of jealousy,
come quickly.
too ready for fight
or flight
just to watch the night
pass swiftly.

i burrowed deep,
in a hard shell of reality,
to learn what i've lost
i've lost me.

i do not wait for rescue
virtue
piety
i live in penance,
my purgatory.

i wait for rain
to hear it drumming
the outside
unable to hear my name

i sink deeper, and deeper
and i trust only pain
there is quiet here--
come quickly,
just the same.

i won't be sorry
i'll never be sorry
never find me on bended knee
because nothing in this world
is strong enough
to cure this fidelity.

 

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