Texte aus dem Schuhkarton #7: My Arms

Diesen 10 Jahre alten Text habe ich heute überraschend gefunden..

Handpoked tattoo by Marie Dinger

My arms are bleeding

someone's punched a hole into their skin
and drop after drop I'm leaking red
 
I don't remember when it happened
- just realized one day 
that my arms were bleeding
bleeding slowly, a thin string of blood
dripping down to the floor
 
I didn't do anything about it
I didn't have time, I was busy
- and I liked the red
 
Then I got used to it, to the bleeding
got used to all the paper towels needed
to keep the office clean
 
Gee. What a mess.
 
It's been going on for weeks now
my arms becoming paperdry
I thought my bones where thin

but they are much thinner really
- nothing left but skin and bone 
 
There's a girl in my neighbourhood

who probably has anorexia
her arms look as thin as mine

But with me it's just the arms
- the rest looks the same
with her it's the whole body

looking thin but full of energy

just her face is round

(she works in my favourite burger joint
frying burgers all day
but never eating)
 
Sometimes I think:
why don't I stop the bleeding?
it should be very easy
shouldn't it?

But I've gotten so used to the drip

the red, the lightness of my arms
so used to the thin, the dry feeling
 
And I'm curious what's going to happen
I'm curious if that someone 
comes around again with his needle
maybe punctuates my legs or