05/12/98

			"FIREpit"

struggling on a chair
in my white padded room
the bonds won't hold me 
forever
you'd better start running
.
i can be cruel
but you'd never know it now
even after, after 
everything
my razor-sharp hides
.
blue-black bloody mess
i'm bleaching it all
my hair my face my sanity
gone
into the firepit
.
start running
i'm stoking the flames
the spit/pole won't burn
down
until i want it to
.
this is my will
will you let me die?
as you did a thousand times/years
ago
i just want to be alone
.

				© 1998 Andrea K