A small town girl. I don't know how to write, I don't know what to write....I write because I want to learn how to write
Leave me alone in this maze
I need to find my way home
I don't need your help
I don't need another soul to save
...
My old Elvania,
She's brought on the veranda each morning
for the yellow sun
to warm her wrinkled, dry skin
...
I cut my heart out,
put it in a tin
buried it under the oak
and went on in to the world
...
I hate the night
and all that it stands for;
the lonely roads winding into darkness,
the graveyard silence,
...
I see a fraction of the moon ahead
dimming under the blanket of ferocious waves
As though ashamed to watch me drown
it hides behind a dark gray cloud
...