An insight in to a young Goths mind as she is thrust, tossed and thrown in the washing machine spin cycle of adulthood. Feel the freedom of expression, the pain and triumph of defeating your demons. These single page episodes are a window in to the author’s soul, her feelings, her sub-consciousness and her path to develop in to a better person. Sympathise and find common ground with each new page and poem grit your teeth and cringe at the images that flow through your mind in a rollercoaster of emotion. Rise and fall with each turn feeling content that you too can overcome hardship and difficulty emerging a stronger person for each word you absorb. Words are a the art form of independence, ingest each one, savour it, enjoy it, feel better for it and immerse yourself in my pain.
Extract 1 Sweat weaves a path on your trembling back, Stretching from your neck down your tender legs, Creaking filling your shoulder until it cracks, Someone is punishing you, making you beg. Extract 2 Blinded by the confusion, Choked by the pollution, Gasping at the threads of thought, Hanging by a rope that’s taught, Belly spewing ripeness, Over dirt and earth likeness, The words we say today Seldom remembered by pay-day Money spinning in and out, As good as it gets spending on a lout, Your precious emotion In all the commotion I did not see the chase, the hunt My friend Oscar called me a flump Hurt I was but not from that pain I fell on a large anchor chain It sank almost all of the opposition I could see well from my position On a top of the settee I sat with great glee.