Friday, 3 December 2010


Electricity dancing on
I just want to tear
Split the muscles in the
Back apart
Slowly making a demand

Those ambiguous words
Making my head
Scream in protest
Nobody, no one knows
Not even the person
With the mask

Play it louder
So that I can only
Feel my own body
Blowing off
No function by
This hour

I'm spinning , spinning
Round, round, round
Can only feel the deep
Pulse of the music
And one scent
Fastened in my brain

A very uneventful Monday with lots of homework. Luckily we got muesli that tastes like apple cake - it keeps my spirits up. This poem was written in a whole other spirit than know. Welcome to flashback-Monday! xx A

Photo: Another Magazine

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