eat me

The world fed me with horror.

I ate everything on my plate – even doubled.

In the restaurant I called for excitement – more.

Life gave me its heart but I just walked out the door.

I wanted purity, not truth.

So I went to another door,

knocked, because the doorbell was nowhere near,

broke my fingers while trying to make everything clear.

I tortured my body

to cure my soul.

I fired the future

to live only with the old.

                                 December 2012