bombs dropped on little girls.
dream me. em maerd:
red walls & carpets/ cold linoleum room/ two queen-sized beds/ he fucks me and then sends me off to the other bed/ and i escape to the bathroom/ lie on the cold floor/ trying to listen to my tape-player which never works//
i go down stairs/ down red stairs/ creep around/ until a creep sneaks up and makes me dust and clean/ i don't care/ i do it/ i leave//
back in the cold linoleum room/ his mother sleeps on the floor/ his brother in the bathroom/ he fucks me/ his mother listens/ sends me off to the other bed/ and i can't escape to the bathroom/ brother sleeps/ tape-player broken//
i sleep in bed/ i fall asleep/ i wake up//
i went into the bathroom this morning to take a shower/ when i went to put on my tape-player to dance in the shower/ i found that it didn't work/ at all. [creeped out]//
-ah.lex
p.s.
Should I feel a moment with you/To softly whisper/I crave nothing else so much/Longing to reveal/Total honesty/I can feel your touch/I'm reaching out in this mourning air, ohh
-portishead
