1979

I sit on the lonely mattress

My heart is shattered
Shards of scarlet glass
Scattered in pieces
On a grimy carpet...

Pieces of flesh
Splattered on dreary walls
Here and there
In this rotten bedsit.

No sympathy here from
Heavenly Hosts

I call on satan.
I'm in the depths of despair.
One wish Lucifer
Just one little wish

The demon smiles sweetly at me
"anything for you, my precious"
"anything at all my dear"

I just want to go home
I say in my naive teenage voice.

he bagged my Soul there and then
The white dove trapped in an old dirty brown bag
...forever

And I went home
To a funeral