PART THREE: From Their Own Hands
"It's too late to turn the car around
and go home, if we even knew where home was.
It's too late to turn these words around,
they have passed through two dozen blistered lips
before infecting ours.
Decay is a sweet disease,
she's the saint of sex in alleyways
and of the sticky pages in dirty magazines."
- excerpt from personal journals, 2001
YOU ARE READING
the sound of one girl screaming
PoetrySpoken word poetry (in three themed parts) that's been described as both "raw" and "blistering." Reproduced from the original chapbook.
