Organs Grabbing
Organs grabbing
My greedy little body It’s full of little hands Feed me now they shout at me You must meet our demands
Every tiny organ Is pushing for its share I was first no me pick me Their fingers everywhere
Fighting in their thousands A sea of biting teeth There’s never going to be enough For everyone to eat
But please oh please we’re starving Cry voices full of woe Without you we can’t function And there’s nowhere else to go
Above them comes a cackle A monster way up high Is stopping me from feeding them And willing them to die
You stupid lowly body The demon screams with glee Your disgusting worthless pleasures Mean nothing now to me
Filthy maggots crawling Decay a dying corpse Consume the starving cavern The human life, the source.
From somewhere comes a hero A sudden burst of light To cast away the devil Remove him out of sight
And then the food is falling Like rain so fresh and clean Nourishing the tired cells A never-ending stream
But watch out for the flooding There is no Noah’s ark No safety for the drowning life Who plunge into the dark
Two desperate fingers searching A fist to flick the switch To bring the poison back again A feast for them too rich
So up the ocean gushes Like acid burning teeth To leave a maze of holes and craters A graveyard deep beneath
Sarah Coggrave was born on a September afternoon in 1985. After a brief flirtation with floristry Sarah now wants to forge a career in mental health. Sarah has written a book about her recovery called Mariposa. Mariposa is a vivid, colourful and comprehensive account of Sarah Coggrave’s recovery from an eating disorder. Her art and writing paint an eclectic picture of a complex individual trying desperately to wrestle free from the evil voices inside her head. The book follows Sarah’s journey through hospital and then a specialist clinic as she totally transforms and rebuilds her life. Throughout she reflects with startling insight on the root of her problems and confesses her innermost thoughts and feelings. We hear the eating disorder speak...it is deafening in the beginning. However eventually it fades to little more than an inaudible whisper as Sarah finds her own voice.
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