tatterdema1ion

I saw her piercing blue seas one hungover monday morning and I knew then which ocean I wanted to drown in first. all of my rats have tangled their tails around my liver, my lungs each other. and I've tried and failed to burn them out poison them dissolve them tear off their tails. an endless monarchy of rats. I want to swim in your ocean, be tugged and tickled by the tides. watch the sun rise over the water watch the sun set over the water drift me as far away as you can your blue seas. so far from syringes and smoke slumping over and in dirty couches filthy chairs. their tails flailing in your waves. these bottles and blotter pa

April 14, 2011 They said to start with something from my old life that I loved. They said that maybe writing it down would help me remember. I want to remember, so I said that I would try. There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun. It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I’m one. My daddy used to sing that song to me before bed. At one point I couldn’t sleep without it. When I got older he stopped singing, but I knew that he would if I asked. When I had the nightmares, the black and terrifying ones, all I had to do was remember his voice singing that song, and it would beat away the shadows once