Halfway there and nothings gone wrong? Give up. Start over. Leave while you can.Oregon Trail… the game
wagon you are drunk
Goddamnit wagon you have a wife and kids waiting for you in Oregon get your shit together you are tearing this party apart.
Wagon has died of Dysentery.
Dust
Clings to this room
To these walls
To my lungs
Mold
Grows on the flower
I can’t bear to throw out
(can you tell that is was pretty once?)
I keep everything
My darling.
(how long until you throw me away?)
That’s why I never want anything
I don’t want gifts
Or silly nothings
Because they’ll never find their way
Away from me
(did you find your way away from me yet?)
Tell me you haven’t built your home here
Here, in the dusty lining of my insides
The place that I never clean out
Not in my heart
Have you my darling?
I hope you find your way out
(is it hard to breathe in there?)
Is it like home?
Home, away from home?
This can’t be to your liking
I know you like it clean.
I can’t tidy up
With you inside me darling
Why not escape this place
I know you cannot breathe
You can find your way
Your way away from me
(maybe then I could clean)
Just let me take it, okay?
let me reach for it and ask for it, no, demand it, let me make it mine let me reach out with fists instead of open palms and let me possess something that no one else could stand to hold something I made something no one can take from me, hand it over, I deserve it, it’s my thought, my creation, my dream. let me be something, strange, different, new, let me be mine, all mine. somehow you making me feel unworthy has made me want to make something worth having and it’s not for you, no, never again for you, not this devil, not this selfish thing, no, not unless you learn to ask for it too, until you’ve made something worthwhile for you
Hi, I'm Katie Sue.
