run across the street as the ambulance pulls up to my home on a stretcher, my mother.
right now I feel as if the fire ants and roaches are eating my heart Slowly the vomit rises up through my throat Choking on a dozen razorblades, I raise her gun to my head pull the trigger and as my blood and brains are piled upon the floor blood and liquid seeping into hells carpet..
She looked at the hills and held the gun to her temple pulling the small trigger -bang- -thump-
Sound asleep having nitemares of doom and destruction woken by an angel in disguise in this angels mind thoughts and images racing faster than sound, he still loved me outside was heat and sun no humidity just dry heat I hadn't a clue what went wrong, I was three.
My feelings now the shattering glass the sound intensified glass hitting my skin bleeding black and crying red tears She spoke with kind words she loved me and always will She is another angel at my side she too experienced my pain I am Selfish and Naive I am being eaten away by fire ants and maggots slowly she was dying painfully we are mourning.
Alice.in.Emoland · Thu Apr 10, 2008 @ 10:24pm · 0 Comments |