The search for sanity
I thought I paid my debt to the universe. I thought I would be featureless; hanging there with rotten flesh. It was the red roses I took from to lay upon my bare skin. I saw their color forming circles of sanity across my arms, my legs. It was then, I knew, my colors could not be any different. I had to cut my veins wide open, colored blue, to turn and burn; transform into my everlasting need for being nature's daughter. A pile of roses on a dark stage, thrown by a noisy audience, grading my effort; the aftershock, the after life of a wave, knowing it will not see life again.
My flesh had to be a part of the garden I grow my flowers in.
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מדהים וסוף סוף כתיבה באנגלית תקינה ויפה, אהבתי!
זה מקסים. אני אומנם לא באה לעודד עכשיו לחתוך וורידים וזה, אבל הכתיבה והדרך שבה הכל מתואר… זה פשוט יפהפה בעיניי. במיוחד השורה האחרונה =]