“De Temps En Temps,” by Josephine Baker. That’s what I was listening to. Funny now to think I'd ever forget how it felt, something like that. 

Alone and facing my death in a stranger’s beach house, next to a dark, cold, ocean in the dead of Winter.

I ate Dove chocolates and soaked in a warm bath with bubbles to the brim, and listened to “De Temps en Temps,” while lifting a razor to...

Read and leave comments (0)

The sound of “Violence”

I can feel it

Heavy-

Weight in

My stomach

Standing on

The ledge, again

Don’t move

Don’t slip

The poison running through

My veins, I feel it

Hurting me, helping me

Smells of

Pink plastic wig

Pretty pink perfume 

Pretty

Make me pretty

Don’t let me

Lose me

Pray to God I don’t

Lose th...

Read and leave comments (0)

i am a lucky girl.

just recently i read that

on average

people take around 24,000 breaths 

everyday 

in between words

and laughs 

and running late to their jobs.

today i watched an old

PJ Harvey concert on tv

she was singing and

screaming and

breathing 

all over the place-

it was great

i bet i took a thousand breaths 

just sitting there watchi...

Read and leave comments (4)