Self referential musings... belly button gazing, as it were... So many ideas leeched away from That Girl and Black Yak.
I stare into the skies. Tears fall down into the bin of papers I dragged out into this field. The burning has begun. As I hold each page up to the flames I read the contents before the flame snatches them from my fingers. They etch themselves in the back of my mind and stain my hands with black ash. [look inside the memories]
keep in mind.. these were written by a foolish teenager, manic. naïve. sheltered. numb. Spring 1998-Fall 2000, © Cathrine Podulke
(I am so. horrid writings have been shown.. the better things are here, unburnt)