I Was Born With a Noose Around My Neck, Elaine Doerr
I was born with a noose around my neck
Born with a heretic sitting between my teeth
Entered the world with one foot in the grave
One eye Cassandra's, the other carved out
I was born tasting rot with each breath
Born with ashes clogging up my lungs
I grew and grew, each mile a step down
Apostate's smile, lightening this dark decent
I was born with a siren's song for ears
Never let astray but on a path already crooked
Paved my road without a single good intention
I've built this house on wickedness alone
I was born a maggot under maggot
Blind from the start, falling backwards in time
When they gave me back my infant smile, I merely laughed
Finally, free, free now of always heading underground
Elaine Doerr grew up near Frankfurt, Germany and has studied Creative Writing, Philosophy and Politics in Gießen and London. When its comes to literature, prose and poetry, she has a passion for introspection, surrealism and everything weird or eerie.