Here Come The Bombs by Carissa Rose
This was written during a furious moment following being advised not to view explicit footage despite their knowledge of my past vocation. I come across really awful, full of defiant attitude, but that’s how I felt in the moment. I channelled my rage onto paper, listened to one of Eminem’s harder tracks then pieced it together below.
A form of therapeutic writing learned from extensive CBT and CAT sessions. Reads harsh but are empty, noisy words. Like the sound of a plane flying over, hence the artwork choice.
Suggested audio: Still Don’t Give A F*ck by Eminem (explicit)
You’re obsessed, they say, quick on the cut-throat draw
Judgment is not advice
Forever trying to be helpful
If I want advice I’ll contact a lawyer
If I need help, a psychiatrist
Not really though, I’m just being insolent
I’m tougher than shark skin
I’ve seen things everyone should see
Mary, Mary quite goddamn morbid
I do have feelings though
Executions make me frown
Decapitations give me a sore throat
Quick, gimme a Victory V!
Accidents are SO engrossing
Aircraft disasters fuel my need to, well…
Watch Air Crash Investigation!
Pray for me they say
What, I’m ungodly?
Being aware of reality?
Are you utterly serious?
Pray for yourself dear soul
You’ve nothing on me
I have inner strength
A lion would kill for
Blood liquid titanium
My mind carved in stone
With vivacious determination
I’ll watch, rewind and watch again
Read the book
Buy three t-shirts
So mind your own
And kiss mine!
© Copyright: Sharon Lawson™
