my bed by Tracy Emin
i hid my head under the pillow
sheets rucked up
pale linen and starched
waiting for the quiet
left behind
the squalor of the night before
the night before
the days before
the years before
fading with the rising sun
the detritus of our long existence
once hidden from view is now bundled in black sacks waiting for the Monday Trash Man
one day
when the stains and dirt fade
eventually
i will breath again
with no thought of you.
my take on the fabulous Tracy Emins work.....go here to see the others work at the mag....reading this back i think i need therapy!!
