orgami's Diaryland
Diary
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new dead era
there exists in history a brief photo of myself wearing the traditional garb (blue) of an infant boy
seated pale with blue eyes and blonde brown wisps of hair not even fully in the photo but seated askew a portion missing of my face (undisturbed) the dark curse the story of near misses when others reached the closed door brought back the story varying degree by degree so no compass will ever steer me home "you were abandoned by a drunken whore" an updated version "you were left for (undisclosed amount of time in a Motel room).." "I tried to get you back but by then it was too late the CAS had you.." "coming back to the Rez we were almost hit by a train it was that close at the crossing..." "when you were born the young Scottish doctor was so nervous he knocked over a surgical light and it exploded in the delivery room.." "the twins father everyone was afraid of him and then he lived on his own and they went hunting and there was an accident and he was shot But he had eyes just like him!!!" (elder sitting at homemade wooden table in summer pointing directly slowly delibrately a and carefully at me they were afraid of my eyes some of them they would say it but you could feel it silence now let the dead past bury the dead wounds still fresh steaming like spirit winds in the cold winter day so i wander ever asking "will i meet the unknown portion from that photograph" no one owned me then my adopted mother taking me in and then pushing me out like the tide wandering the halls of home sleepwalking looking for my "mother" "I'm you mother I'm right here!!" "no your not" continue the ghost search awaking the whole house then finally they solved the dilmena by locking me "outside" the denizen of wolves, bears, darkness to be feared the worst horror of horrors Screaming madly pounding on the door meeting only silent and the echose on the dark neighbours homes runnng around to the even darker back of the home pounding on the wall with every strength in my arms screaming in terror till finaly a sister was sent to retreive me my parents laughing "shhhh you'll wake up the neighbours they'll think we are killing you" I never sleepwalked ever again at four i was told i was adopted (this I knew) "your mother was a drunken whore who didnt want you You are very lucky we loved you so much that we adopted you" I dont remember feeling anything for a long while nine standing at night unable to sleep from nightmares wanting to throw myself down the stairs but realizing i would only break a leg and be a burden not dead thirteen till now the maze slowly fills widens shifts awake for days slide off meds the world tilts as always trust no one how many pills to fall asleep forever my tatoo says Lori with a small hopeful heart not mother not father but everyday i swear it says L O S T backward in the mirror i have given up the madness of taking photos searching the now adult face for the bones and muscle of the father I will never correctly know they never really wanted me mother dying of cancer her hands blackned from I.V. needles being punched into her failing veins not bruised blackened like she was dead already the morphine shunt in her chest her weight dropping invinciple in dreams in memory indestructable now unimaginable hating myself for hating her now hating myself for loving her "I depended on you the most to look after me when I got ill again.." brother sisters sucessful hard working big homes cars that shut the door I thought I won when I stayed away "I've go seven presents under the tree for you Its christmas you have to come Please come and see me" I told her I loved her that I missed her but I never went she had a beautiful large home near a beautiful lake a supportive husband she was cremated my father brother and I stayed home she didnt want a service I killed her I know I did
1:53 a.m. - 2009-01-10
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