Into/Out of Me

I am young. I am white. I am heterosexual. I do not associate with any religion. I am not fat. I am not poor. I live in a first world country. I am educated. I have no physical disabilities. I thought I was untouchable.

 

I stated to notice just how close my veins are to the surface of my skin. I wondered why this was so; surely this is a major design fault, that access to the blood is so easy.

 

I thought I was an angel and I was falling and it was beautiful. 

I think I am burning. I think I am an inferno. My body is fraying. I am exhausted. My skin stings. My lungs collapsed beyond repair. My wounds ache. My membranes hold the messages of a humanity that gropes and strokes and caresses and pierces. My organs swallow mankind’s stares till they are drunk and bloated and then vomit into my veins. My nostrils are dry from breathing air that is borrowed and tastes like dust. There is no space between us.

I thought I was an angel and I was floating. I thought I was an angel and I was falling.

The first development of Into/Out of Me took place in september 2009 at Performance Space Sydney due to the support and friendship of the amazing Georgie.