I am in this dirty little place With spiders within The corner of my skull My mouth a dark pit Into which your Droppings disappear The speck of rust In the center of my heart Worries me very much Many people breathe in And out of me Okay! And I am at ease With this world Only the speck of rust Worries me like hell You stripped me naked Now you let me prowl But you didn’t laugh I feel no shame no cold at all Why are you staring? You wanted me naked I toss my head off I cry with agony To make you laugh But you only stare at me I show you I am strong You still stare at me I tell you a joke You still stare I get it… I must be your judge First paint my face in detail Then pluck my eyes out Then cut my ears off Then strip off my lips Then smash my teeth out Then burn the hair off Then peel off my skin Then my nose Then this tongue But first paint my skull In all detail Before you Kill Me
This is totally different Tink- Scalding HOT- and If I was there- I would rip them/him into shreds- What torture! Good job getting it out gf- Keep a writin' on and on and on- good -sad-funny-teary-scary- just get it out- as your remarkable efforts are showing BiGTime! Lov&Light,Sheee
Raised on Black and White TV is Carol Denise Mitchell’s intimate, unflinching memoir of growing up in a world where television became both a refuge and a mirror. Through the glow of classic black‑and‑white programs, she learned about fami
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This was creepy. Sent shivers down my spin. Peace, Paul.
love and peace, Carole
Hope you're OK, dear
thanks for sharing
Felix
TRASK
Hugs
Tina
Love,
Eileen