There’s something in me that wants it back;
A hole;
A death;
A loss;
A want for dead living.
Why is it…? Why does it feel so…?
Once I was completely empty
now there’s just a little space left
where I felt the inner cutting
That part’s empty now, void of the hurt and pain
But it’s carving it’s death back.
Slowly etching at the life…
Jennie Lee Harris
07/30/04 (rock chick notebook)
08/4/04 (revision)