Poems from Sionainne
[This person was based on fact. Any similarity with fictitious lives or characters is purely coincidental and was not intended for raw consumption. Please spice accordingly.]
I hate you
It's a feeble,
pathetic,
childish
hate;
but it does exist.
I hate that you
have made me dependent
on some external existance.
I...
Can someone get me
a glass of water?
I think
I'm not
drowning.
I look at her fingers
the ones that aren't
covered in band-aids
are clipped
and pink
Little red troughs
marking where
she clipped off
the...
Trying to perform
I'm speaking too fast
And too close to the microphone
(sorry, sorry)
I'm nervous
Which makes me clumsy
Which makes me...
Hiding behind
Mirrors
Behind Glass
Behind Lenses
Cold metal presses against warm flesh
Contrasting
With the feel of my warm breath
Slowly...