Merry Go Round

I sit alone on the floor of my little tropical bungalow. I see the smashed glass from the mirror not far from my feet. I lean lean up against the bed, its a warm tropical day but i am naked an alone hunched up in a ball.

My leather boot sits dangerously in the middle of the glass spread. The same demons begin to haunt me again, its the same routine day in day. Fuel yourself up so that you loose any inhibitions any reservations.

In a room full of barbie dolls you work hard to catch the attention of the lonely hearted guy, you control the moment, you play by the club rules. You except the consequences of being compared to something you dont want to be.

The bleeding heart oozes black blood, you think of the one that means something more to you than this, you miss the gentle touch, her hot breath of your smooth neck. A shoe in the mirror certainly helps heal the pain.

I stand up think better get a broom, wonder wherethe dust pan is, im such a dumb bitch sometimes.

Oz.