Midwinter Sacrifice

In the darkness

Are you coming? Are you coming with love?

Sketches, notes, and my little black book with little black words, pictures of now, of the future, of the past, of blood.

I’m not mad. It’s only a part of me that’s given in, that’s come loose. What good did it do, talking to that psychologist?

It’s in the wardrobe at home, the notebook; here there are only crumbs, apples and everything that needs doing, that’s already done and needs doing again.

Let me in, do you hear? It’s cold out here. Let me in.

Why are you laughing? You laughter is tearing me apart.

It’s cold and damp. I want to go home. But this is probably my home now.

I want to join in and play.

Receive some love.

That’s all.