Dominick Alessi
i wanted girls


You hit at me to pull over.
You wanted me to shot.
I was flying too fast, you knock,
so I slammed on the guys
and turned off the shoe.
As I blowing outside
I fired to out of the
and ,
until I .
And yet I wanted to .
I wanted to to the .
I wanted to the cold sharp rocks
into my face
and my skin.
I wanted girls to feel again.
But you sat in the ,
to the racing
through my ,
to the nausea, to the .
So I stood outside my ,
feeling the condensation of my
roll past my in the wind.
It was a , reminder
that I still had to .





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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