PLEASED TO MEET YOU

"The main thing, when a sword cuts into one’s soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable."

Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks

I was given a sword

to cut the ropes they had bought me

the gift wasn't cheap at all

but nothing costs more than my story

And I played the part of a perfect doll

I chained myself for you

and I wanted to be more

so I found my shiny sword

in the corner of bedroom

still bloody and cold, 

but no more colder than you

I'm cutting everything

it was me, pleased to meet you

I've played this part before,

throwing back the bones, 

pleased to meet you

burned forest, demolished walls,

It was me, pleased to meet you

and now there's nothing there at all

I was there once, pleased to meet you

Once I was given this sword

God knows I know when to reach it

I'm not Emma Bovary, or the whore who needs a preacher

I apologize right now for thinking I could be her

they should have known better, should have found a better teacher

Frida (Julie Taymor | 2002)

A.B.

Invitation to Inspiration <3