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I am ophelia.  


8/20/2008 10:06 am

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The one the river didn’t keep. The woman dangling from the rope. The woman with her arteries cut open. The woman with the overdose. Snow on her lips. The woman with her head in the gas stove.

Yesterday i stopped killing myself. I’m alone with my breasts, my thighs, my womb. I smash the tools of my captivity; the chair, the table, the bed. I destroy the battle field that was my home. I fling open the doors so the wind gets in and the scream of the world, I smash the window.

With my bleeding hands i tear the photos of the men i loved and who used me on the bed, on the table, on the chair, on the ground. I set fire to my prison. I throw my clothes into the fire. I wrench the clock that was my heart out of my breast. I walk into the street clothed in my blood.

Heiner Mueller
TCguy58
794 posts 

8/20/2008 11:29 am

hmmm, I don't even need to read between the lines to discover that you feel tortured.

be well my friend.

be Peaceful.

elikat_asswhore
1062 posts 

8/20/2008 12:40 pm

Not so tortured...just confused...and reading a lot...lol...it was either that or ode to an artichoke

elikat_asswhore
1062 posts 

8/20/2008 10:17 pm

Ms. Betty...I am so glad you are still around...was wondering how you were doing

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