Honesty

I love being hurt,
I love the sting of old words.

I especially enjoy the realization that life may be long,

I think about my future and my husband...ive decided to not think anymore,

(Faint laugh)...life will worsen.
The blue sky as we know it shall bear red fleshy wounds from the fire rocks that will fall through it.

The excitement scores high within me,
For i know where ill be when it all happens.

Ill be sitting in that alley where i first got raped,
Laughing at how much pain my broken leg feels.

After all i love pain and i thrive off its scream.

I know in the end ill die smiling,
Red eyed, snot nosed and all.