Glass Ceiling

I do not look human.

I find it comforting.

I read T.S Eliot for breakfast.

I wear pearls

And think I’m better than Mr. Prufrock.

I eat pizza with cheese in greasy train stations.

I ride on crowded trains

And read about modern punishment.

Modern everything.

Post-traumatic orders,

Clean and clear –

Prisons, hospitals, schools.

I cry in dim-lighted hotel rooms.

My nose bleeds.

My stomach still aches


I ride on elevators with strangers

but I never,

I never forget to lock the door.

Listen to Metric

Photography by Doru Moraru

One Comment Add yours

  1. arno says:

    Hey, you are a really cool girl! Great idea of blog, & nice design. I love all your looks in your rubber riding boots. I wonder how will be the next one!
    Your style is like my blog’s style!!! I own a blog about rubber boots fashion in Paris and all around the world. May I use one pic for my blog to make a post about your look? I would add your link of course. Visit my blog first to see if you like it!

    Thanks anyway for an answer in last post of my blog (Couldn’t find your mail)!

    BDC69/Arno from Paris

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