the piercing thought that all I’ve come to know...

nothing is offered here
no deception, no delight
I sit on the edge of the bed
exasperation
almost agony,
sweet sweet agony

it is dark here at night
you can't see a thing
too afraid to close my eyes
in case I go soaring
again
so sick of the imagery
I sit here, peeling the
skin from my hands
but what to fascinate upon?
something both crushing
and marvellous
to salt my skin
so I may cry bitter tears
and be rendered
pure again

08.01.08

- Rebecca McCabe

(added 11.01.08)

passion unbridled.

let my heart be pure,
and unrestrained;
set free from the reigns
let our love be pure
and absolute
passion unbridled.
let our love be rare
and divine
not the kind
we feel we
must parade about
not the kind
that is on display
for all the world
to dismantle
and ravage away at.
let our minds be still
and boundless,
and hold no shame.
our hands tingling warm,
burning with desire;
glowing raw
sensations on
my fingertips.
the soul is eternal
so let this be fruitful,
be pure.

06.15.08

- Rebecca McCabe

(added 11.01.08)

nose-brain bleed.

it was shocking, red
the first time that
my nose had menstruated
gently coming down
through my right orifice.
the only explanation
I could fathom;
the blood must have come
straight
from the brain,
and into the chest
it sank.
for my head was light,
my chest was heavy...
and I could have said
my nose was bleeding...
but in reality, it was
my brain
that was bleeding.
it was
my head that was hurting.

05.11.08

- Rebecca McCabe

(added 11.01.08)