Monday, November 17, 2003

(a horrible three a.m. rant, following very disconcerting chats with several relatives today.)

your chains of red
are rusting away
and now i can finally fly
into a world of silver and grey

i'm not twelve anymore
i'm not sixteen anymore
and whoever said that blood
is thicker than water
has never seen what i bleed

you may have raised me
you may have occupied my space
when i was small
but you don't know what's best for me anymore
you still think i am twelve
sixteen
and want to be the same girl i was then

to live forever
with my nose in the pages
and my body in the cell
detached from society
the same society
that has been nurturing me to health
ever since i tried to fly away

into a better
more solid world
of silver and grey

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