| The Sound of Animals Fighting – The Heretic Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Anorexic "Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching her curves and paps and wiles. They scorch in my self denials. How she meshed my head in the half-truths of her fevers Till I renounced milk and honey and the taste of lunch. I vomited her hungers. Now the bitch is burning. I am starved and curveless. I am skin and bone. She has learned her lesson. Thin as a rib I turn in sleep. My dreams probe A claustrophobia, A sensuous enclosure. How warm it was and wide Once by a warm drum, once by the song of his breath and in his sleeping side. Only a little more, only a few more days sinless, foodless, I will slip back into him again as if I had never been away. Caged so I will grow angular and holy, Past pain, keeping his heart such company As will make me forget in a small space the fall Into forked dark, into python needs heaving to hips and breasts and lips and heat and sweat and fat and greed." - Eavan Boland |
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