lady lazarus.

"Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air. " - Plath.

recycled.

the night is lonesome.the moon is half full and it keeps me warm.how much can moonlight guide?if i could i would stay away from everyone and lay in my selfish shell of sleep;hibernate to wake up to a lifestyle void of past lacerations.is it possible?but fate has woven itself on my palm.it speaks much about loss,love,life.my shell is but made of cellophane.light shines through and i can shine...but not for ever and ever.

freedom fighters.

im on fire.flames swirl like hoops around my limbs.the heat burns like shame.and i suck it up.we soldiers fight shame with crimson rage.veins
b u r s t!arteries like rivers gush purple.sweet sweet wine.i boil like the Vietcong.its 1956.freedom is expensive to spell.you can steal it but i might slash you for it.