Monday, December 11, 2006

Part 3 - Threads of Damage ( was to be Tri-bits)

Scarred girl with deliberate suntan,
Highlighting dainty threads of damaged tissue,
Old wounds proudly boasting,
“I did it for the pain.”
“For the pain of life and living.”
Thrusting forth fine lined self inflicted abstract artistry,
At children and old ladies,
To horrify and fascinate.

“Some memories appear dead, but are only asleep.”
She mutters.
“Make a pile of your troubles; I’ll put them to order,”
She mumbles.
“Sun and siblings shine on.”
She murmurs.

Sizzle and curl and scent of breakfast bacon.
Strings of life’s events,
Waiting to be snipped.

“Sometimes freedom isn’t enough.”

“Give me brevity in this life,
Or give me death!”


Pod said...

i read these listening to 'in metal' by low. do you know it? it seemed to fit.....

Inconsequential said...

nope, sorry...shall have to do a search and download to see :)

is it Goth?


SimonHolyHoses said...

Sometimes freedom is too much.

Inconsequential said...

Hi, Thanks both of you for reading 'em.

I shall reciprocate in 5 days :)

I'm actually looking forward to a blog day, just sitting and reading through the various people I enjoy.

I've got lots of catching up to do.