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black ribbon
thoughts tied
around the string
trailing from
a balloon (red)
up up into
the sky dripping
with an icy sort
of despair
that cracks and
crunches underfoot

books piled on
the floor
'how to lose weight'
articles cut out of
magazines
'latest celebrity diet'
a pink mouthed celebrity
with the look of death
about her grinning
from the faded page
model after model with
empty black eyes and
clothes that hang like
rags
they live on her
walls
smiling forever into
the shiny eye of
the camera
performing like pet
dogs for their master
see me! see me!
look at how these pants
sag off my ass
caved in flanks
and brittle hair

at her feet the remains
of a lunch
ten small oyster crackers
(remember alice)
and a ripe tomato
bleeding pulpy seeds
already regurgitated and
cruising down to
the ocean through the
drains alongside
rats with dirty pink tongues
and tails

inside her drawers
red splattered papers
bits of poems bloody
thoughts and ill used
ideas
her bible liberally
drenched in blood
and left to dry
let god save her now
or perhaps not

icy models on
the walls watch
as she takes a
blade to her breasts
and ribbons of blood
make their way down
her body
she tries to cry but
the only sounds if of tearing
flesh inside she keens
and moans
waiting for the start
of a new day
cheap porcelain stars
and tickets to see the
art show at lacma

only one day to go
until the end
or is that ten days
to go
or a hundred
it's all the same to
her
staring with
blank eyes
at the blood on her
hands

lady macbeth has collected