Shaken Soul
Sitting there
on my knees I give up my self.
Bit by bit I worship
Your white presence, cold and soulless.
even if I don't come
there is a need, a burning desire, to rid myself
of me.
I'll make myself come.
in a way I pray,
odd little noises escape from behind my hand
I begin to cry
But not to shake myself
of why I'm here
there.
my offering floats
Once, Twice, Thrice
I'm gone.
my empty insides,
all to you,
My offering to you.
myself.
I'll be gone before
you know
only to come again
and give you
my bones
Once, twice thrice
I'm gone
with a shaken soul
left to suffocate
in the remains of my
bloody heart
This is to my friend who is Bulimic. I love her dearly
By Caitlin Vogel
