Thursday, February 10, 2005
in my imagination, I already bleed through that one thousand canvas
in the dark and silent studio with ceilings so high you can't see the top
Poet says with her maggots at 4:58 PM
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
numbed and slighted disgusted, can't look back
it defined my death in just one step
so easy, too easy
Poet says with her maggots at 6:07 PM
