back in five

she’s inside looking out
trapped inside her own house
with her mother’s paranoia
and her own obsessive cleanliness

each day
that loneliness presses in
the sickness worsens
she loses care

each night
stumbling somewhere
in a semi-conscious haze
of “tomorrow, tomorrow”

each midnight
stuck between moody jazz
and crazy words
she’s gotta get up

next morning
half asleep and eating
god-knows-what for god-knows-why
and god-knows-how-long

her bin and clothes are
slowly overflowing
shoes pointing different directions
(it would usually drive her crazy)

when did she lose her life
and why is she never home
when she knocks on her door
with her fist

September ’07


3 Responses to “back in five”

  1. 1 philosophyoflife October 10, 2007 at 1:39 pm

    I am so intrigued and do feel there will be more to follow…..

  2. 2 Sarah January 27, 2008 at 1:27 am

    wow, I must say, you have a talent.

  3. 3 Bec January 28, 2008 at 12:24 pm

    Thankyou very much.

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