Silent Dying- The art of Laura Makabresku
Question:
Did you have any dreams?
What did you want to be?
What I wanted to be? There's a
question. I was a cover girl
once, a fashion model; for a while
I thought I'd died and gone to my next life,
but then I got high, started losing
weight, I got too skinny for what they wanted
me to be. The last shots they took
I'm wearing gloves up to my elbows
to hide the tracks. White gloves,
soft as cotton balls, but I don't mind
the change, the fast life
goes by even quicker around here.
The runway, the alleyway, it's all
the same. Sex, drugs, money- the same.
It's got the same look, the same hook,
the same old same. For a while after I quit
selling my body I felt like I was living
on borrowed time and anything I couldn't borrow
I would steal. Anything to get high. To stay
high. I wanted to eat this mother up, suck
every last bit of marrow from the bone of life.
Susan Musgrave
McCelland and Stewart Ltd
2011)
What I'm listening to today-