Nowhere to run
Injections
One in the morn, another before dinner
Chasms in her mind get deeper
Chemicals run wild, spill
Her throat turns dry, taste bitter
Bedlizard
Dig inside the bowels of darkness
And wretch it out of your body
Just like that
Ha
Easier said than done
When you are stalked
Thoughtdevil
Sit in the sun
Go for a walk
Love your daughter
Get a routine
Get a life
You bet
Learn to live
Without love
Or fear
You have no choice
Ghostwoman
26 January 2010