Wednesday 17 June 2009

the rebirthday girl

first find a wall.
preferably a white one, in the shady part of a garden.
it can also be a wall in a quiet room full of books.
as long as it is sturdy and somehow gentle, as if breathing.
for the wall will rock you to sleep. the wall will cradle you.
then press yourself against the wall as close, as tightly
as possible.
don't close your eyes (yet).
just lean into the wall like you'd lean into a caress.
only then, close your eyes.
and dream of yourself as a butterfly.
dream vividly and without fear.
a smile will appear in your dream.
when this happens, start spinning.
let out all your silky thoughts and let them
weave in criss-crossing strands around you.
only you will know these thoughts, even though they would be
outside of you. they are still part of you.
they are no longer frightening or disturbed:
they are at rest, finally, beautifully.
they always were beautiful, but you did not always know that.
now that they are a silken blanket folding around you,
now you know.
now you can rest, as well.
keep dreaming.
one of these days the wall will wake you.
you will slip out of your thoughtful sleep.
and you will be a butterfly, reborn.

Monday 8 June 2009

Dangerous girl

it is the emptiness. the bottom of the lake. silent as the past. it is the numb laughter at the end of the knife. tracing the curve of her mouth. over and over. it is the pounce in her fingertips. the impression of poise before poison. her look that dares you (not) to come closer.
this is what scares you.
beware.
you are standing on the edge of her.

Monday 1 June 2009

The feminist

i
am
not
a
muse
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