hideaway deb purpled chipping fingernails smile up at me as gold and silver glint from small but thick finger sprouting from thin wrists, barbed wire circling one, the other bare. the sweater is too warm for the day, all long-sleeved and black with rainbows, but i don't care... mellow music floats above, the singer, unknown; the bed sits unmade; wrinkled dirty laundry sits crumpled on the floor with the cat curled up, asleep, in the man-made mess... i wish you could be here now so i could share this vanilla nut coffee, skim milk only, lots of sugar- i wish you could curl up on my bed to sleep while i am busy writing... as strewn about as this room is, i know you'd just smile and say it's messy, but it could be home... but it's not really home without you- 001001 ... sirflaccid Comfort and relief are there in my hideaway. In the presence of none I find myself, hiding there, waiting for me to arrive. The only place I stay is nowhere. If I were to come out and play then I would be alone. 020512 ... Freak In the depths of my thoughts of is my only hideaway 021029 what's it to you? who go blather from