If You Died It Would

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind

They Will Love Me For That Which Destroys Me.

I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish I Had Music But All I Have Is Words.

A Small Girl Became Increasingly Paralysed By Her Parents' Frequently Violent Rows. Sometimes She Would Spend Hours Standing Completely Still In The Toilet, Simply Because That Was Where She Happened To Be When The Fight Began. Finally, In Moments Of Calm, She Would Take Bottles Of Milk From The Fridge Or Doorstep And Leave Them In Places Where She May Later Become Trapped. Her Parents Were Unable To Understand Why They Found Bottles Of Sour Milk In Every Room In The House.

What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is Simply The Absence Of Grief.