St James Cavalier Theatre
25th & 26th July 2010 @ 8:30pm

 

 

Photos by Christophe Haesevoets

 

 

loss cuts her
and in the silent whispers of her sweat
she sees his smiling eyes

shock numbs her
and in the deep dark corners of her days
she feels his daring shove

grief floods her
and in the slow sweet sadness of her nights
she swears she sees him stare

       fumbling pleasure. hands
       touching. death touching.
       her own would. have
       made it. okay .

Loss cleaves her
and in the clammy cauldron of her cunt
she spills her bitter tears

       hope.less.ditch
       bit.ter.bitch
       lost.her.itch

       moaning     monster     magnet     more

and in the callow cavern of her grief
discovers hope and
finds relief