Sunday, July 3, 2011

2.19.45

When I hear you singing, I know you are happy, mother. Mother, mom, mommy. Silent giggles, mother, they would like to see my death.

You touch me, but you can't feel me.

Catch my wrists. Crush my bones. Now laugh, come on, laugh. You'll like it. I want to see your red dress.
"It wasn't red", you say. You are so good at joking. I wish I could laugh.

You look at me, but you can't see me.


Those marionettes whispering into my ears. Those marionettes dancing around me. Marionettes are disfigured, their souls are torn. The Creator does not see his defeat. The bottle smashed against the wall. The marionette is defective. All the marionettes are defective, all of them.

You listen to me, but you can't hear me. 


Mother, I scream, everyday, I scream into your ear.
Mother, I cry.

But this is invalid, nothing is important, everything will pass. Soon, mother, soon.

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