This
By Elizabeth Argall
Biography
This
This
Came from me?
This
This
Black
Drying congealing
This
This
Came from me?
This
This
Red
And it's running down, running down me
And it won't stop, it won't stop the pain
Am I so cursed to see this red, feel this pain
cripple cramped lying here
And it's running down, running down me
through my legs into your crisp white dream
Am I so wrong? What have I done to be sacrificed.
Turning on this burning wheel who can hope that it will end.
I bleed all month and once a month it shows
See my pain, feel my pain
trickle through my clothes.
I lie in the bath, watch myself float away
Filth, filth floating from me
And it's running down, running down me
And it won't stop, it won't stop the pain
I will pollute your crisp white dream
Your constricting fantasies and I won't be ashamed
This
This
Came from me?
This
This
Black
Drying congealing
This
This
Came from me?
This
This
Red
And it's running down, running down me
How can we stop, how do we stop this pain
- 2002