Zodiac by emb

(trying out new scanner, poem i wrote in my sketchbook cutting out words and phrases from an old science fiction novel. Gesso on sketchbook pages, watercolored with coffee and splatter of ink)

I was born to live in exile, I had been locked in the pupils of his Eye.

pretty, stupid, weary girl looking up smiling timidly

frozen, unbroken silence like a razor.

dirty fingernails, questioning. what drugs they used

Some were stupified from drugging, exposed to the bright cruel daylight.

busy with pain and rage, My gift is Murder. violence was my choice

I found it hard to breathe, schizophrenics killed Darkness

I could leave in a day roam late and move in the shadow go back at last

the devil sent for me little triangular eyes slants of dimness creeping in the darkness,

she screamed I was made very uneasy I had no barrier

Again the shrill laugh the devil clapped his hands together his eyes glowed He was highly amused,

I got up at dawn I was lost I wasn’t sure whee the path led I keep forgetting we cannot chose our path well.

I had turned to fear and betrayal.

I needed paranoia I tried to see the people let them take me,

I think the drugs made me ill, a forced addiction very easily moved by fear,

And put you in pain,

I am out of money, I said, bring any drug

I had to get my share.

The cost was high

we would come down rather dreamily.

I knew later, we were dangerous