abortion
who controls the final decision
me

she is/was, killing herself and their love.
she hates herself. she hates love.
my temperature finally drops. the good_____________________________________________________________________________________-bad sign?



the 10 days, the journey is very uneasy for me
this is the full moon, and what was she waiting for?

eight(perhaps nine?) years ago, she lost part of her kinship. she went to the hospital alone.


that was the 11th, March, 1999. she can't even remember the year.
rest in peace, rest in my place. worm. womb.



they both, being abandoned by this earth. washing from the soil.
where are you going?
smell the dew, smell those
ash


the sour, made her hard to breathe
she lacks of a shoulder for her to wail.
she is lack of something about life. she learnt death. she thought she learn...

and this is so incomplete.

for a very long period of time, i think i m tough. she still exists.

does anyone tell me, what have i longing for?
where does my sense of loss coming from?
i shall, or should i, be a stronger breed?


the myth of kinship, who has cut that without my permission?
whom blood submerged my body, whom they were.


excess loss of blood, and my pale body.
light weighted, shimmery color
she
touches
the mute soul



who wants me.
who, does want someone like me?








why, your temperature drops... just 0.7 degree.
the nature/constructed female body.


give it a life.




March 9th-10th, 2008