Me

[zoolane]

Me.

A moment which seem to dwell on the present situation, as the fragment of blackest dust fell from its box. The deep red wood catch-ed the moon light with concept of outshine the everything. The chalk of the box dancing in the night but my body stiff with awkward of pain. Which somewhat rule me with these walls of soul. The wind cradles the fine mist and sent it to me. In flash of black what has cover me with the parents of other time. I fell to my knees of damp golden sands of north sea. The tide draw itself to me with one touch of it. The walls come down has regain my statue and feel relinquishes of the past.

[zoolane]

The bricks are still here, were sit in my blue jean on with my hero my father. How naive was I to call him my hero. As I got the phrase quick gone. As I saw him hit her head of the wall. She was scream in some sort language but her breath could of start fire if you put naked flame to it.
As I wonder when first I saw it because when I was four I saw violence again and when out my bike. So come age six it was normal have missed dinner and have nothing or have cake for breakfast. I sit stare at the photo of him, me and wall. I am smile.

The change, I have made is upon me but how can I crumble with pain and grief which need to come out.

[Delta40]

It's great to see you posting again Zoo.

Your writing is brutal, reflective, muddled in a way that always fits the context of what you write about and you leave a deep imprint each time I read you. I like these lines in particular:

The wind cradles the fine mist and sent it to me

The tide draw itself to me with one touch of it

How naive was I to call him my hero

So come age six it was normal have missed dinner and have nothing or have cake for breakfast.

The change, I have made is upon me but how can I crumble with pain and grief which need to come out.

[zoolane]

How can I get my soul to release its pain and sent into the stars. By unravels the feelings which blanket me as tight as new bed made. In my nightmares I am bide by head smashed against walls and shape of body flung down the stairs. As I stand glaze upon this young sin girl just stand here. I began scream at her to her to tell the world or anyone will listen. Shattered piece of emotion slow dis bark from young girl as stand here. Naive acceptance the situation.

[hillwalker]

Just came across this piece - don't know how I missed it.

I can sense a shift in the way you write now. There's imagery that wasn't there at the start - and you manage to condense so much anguish and pain into tight spaces.

The phrase 'primal scream' comes to mind, but it's more of an internalised dialogue than a scream. Very powerful stuff, zoo.

H