And I thought that all the world loved women.
And I thought that all the men desired us by
love.
And I thought that simply because I was that
woman, yes I would be loved.
And I thought that because my parents hated,
that I would love.
And I thought that because I was a child that
I would be loved & protected.
And I thought that because I looked like a
lamb that was helpless & cute that I would
be loved like a lamb.
But I was silent like a lamb & hated like
a woman.
And the abattoir exploded. And a billion parts
of lambs, foals, piglets & calves came
crashing down in a cascade of blood.
And they all came crashing down. And the
abattoir was the heart of a woman that
had burst with grief & loathing.
And the workers of blood stood silently with
big buckets to catch the falling pieces. But
there was too much heart & the roads ran red.
And the red blood ran in rivers down through
St Kilda towards the sea. And the prostitutes
drowned in the rivers & the men fucked the
bodies as they read the magazines.
And in the sea they finally drowned. And the
blue sea washed over me & filled my eyes with
salt & my heart with plankton.
And I wept & blubbered. And when I crawled back
onto the land & saw what they had done to me
then I knew where I stood.
And the animals were waiting to lick my wounds.
And the children were waiting. And I came back
to life when the world didn't think I could.
I came back to claim the buckets of blood as my
own & the bodies of the slaughtered. And the
children walked beside me to catch my grief in
their beautiful hands & sunlit faces.
