By ZoE
Date: 19 June 1999

aLiCE In WoNDeRLAnd

he dulls my heartbeat with the side of seat
I am grotesque I think 
but he calls me beautiful and I listen to him breathe

I have no choice sometimes
my lungs can only hold in so much air

between drags of that cigarette my heartbeat becomes the only predictible thing
he can confide in

I smell me on his clothes when he gets in to bed as I lean against the headboard
and press my face against his chest
I feel like Alice in Wonderland,his heartbeat is my looking glass

I ask him if he wants anything, I can't sleep, I'm hungary
he says no and I can't help but wonder if it is my heart that satiates him

I am his pink lipped glass doll with a magnetic heartbeat that sounds like rain
against his window