ashlee workman Somewhere between writing and drinking ashlee workman has aged to a twenty-four year old woman who believes in Faeries and dreams of space. Originally born in Kentucky, a southern lady she is not,working like other americans in a semi-professional desk job. arworkman7@hotmail.com   Codependency  Sex is like liquor A constant craving What is this saying? About my tendencies My codependencies My undaunted urges He tasted like hope I washed him down with fear The motives are unclear Control is a state of mind I've got that down pat It's what I'm controlling I seem to forget I've lost my inhibitions I've learned They weren't even there in the first place Wash it down with a shot of him And a lime Grab on Life isn't dwindling It's flying by   Journey She hears nothing Not even his breath And if she could It would be like his words A kick in the ass His words are like flight With a deadly crash She wants the tide To cover her up and wash away her mistakes But the tide It never comes And here she is with dirty feet And a bloody mouth A sad filthy girl on display Here she comes Still crawling His shiny black boot will block the sun She's an intruder Stealing her own strength Sewing weakness in its place His faucet never shuts off Causing her to drift The waters are cold Black hollowness Her fingers They slip Her hopes They diminish Where has she gone? The lights pound at the cold depth of water In search They go home empty She washes up on his shore in pain Looking like Lilith With a bloody mouth She ate the child inside The girl with sprite She drips from his mouth Slowly running down his body Becoming every crack and blemish She has done wrong again Slowly she walks away Never wishing for footsteps to follow Because only dreams have feet Their bad memories cling to her like wet jeans So she changes out of those clothes Clothes of pain And walks alone Among gray clouds and sick air Black waters grab at her feet She struggles to stay away Walking long miles upon cold sand She crawls out of his chest Rising before the sun She leaves To find a better place     Let Me I'm Confused Distraught Over used I believe In the deep Of people meeting Things beginning And eventually Ending And if spirit is portrayed through demeanor Let mine shine Cobalt Blue Sparkling And if you are a pool Let me swim Let me come in Into the ripples Of thought Or what not I wanna breath in the smoke That emulates your smoldering quietness The one that sees The flaws Every last space I'll fit in like melted flesh Undulating Like a serpent Glide across my body In my mind I wanna be the leg Somedays I wanna be the vase On others Important Cracked But still in tact

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