HANNA

SCHAICH


WORDS (UNSAID)

6 C-Prints, Text, 2019


OH BABE WHAT HAPPENED (TO YOU) 

WHAT HAPPENED (TO US) 

TRAPPED (IN A ROUTINE)

You cry (fall asleep in my arms)

You cry (i have never been so open with anyone)

You cry (you allow me to be)

 

It’s funny life can change so quickly (you say)

And then

you cut (cut me out)

Babe yes it’s funny (PARALYZED)

We were color (me orange you green)

I am blue (you become black)

ON THE EDGE  

An ocean of tears

An ocean of fears

A spectrum of colors, glitter and pride

It had to end to begin?!

without anything to numb (you?!)

anything to numb (us?!)


I WANT TO FUCK YOU (HARD) I WANT TO BE FUCKED BY YOU (HARDER) DOMINATE ME I WANT TO BE A SUB (FOR TONIGHT) FUCK ME (HARDER) SLAP ME HOLD ME KISS ME BE AS CLOSE AS YOU CAN BE MELT WITH ME CHOKE ME SWITCH I SPIT ON YOU CHOKE YOU SLAP YOU BEND YOU OVER SHE SAYS FUCK ME BABY (HARDER) FUCK ME BABY (FROM BEHIND) SWITCH FUCK ME BABY (HARDER) FUCK ME BABY (FROM BEHIND) CUM WITH ME


IT'S OKAY SWEETY IT'S GOING TO BE OK

Your soul arrived Dein Körper in Einzelteile zerlegt (disassembled) BLUT WASSER FETT KNOCHEN (hormone)

KÖRPER (without emotions)

(zu viel) EMOTION

Hilflosigkeit being vulnerable

emotionally dead

memories (tears stuck)

I can feel I could feel (something coming)

a distance in between (you and me)

counting the seconds

down to 

waiting 

measure 

calculate

after coke and booze

I wake up (next to her) cry (silently)

and wake her 

wake her up and fuck her

you were like 

it was like probably not even 3% of my life

but it was enough to change

(absolutely everything)

 


Don’t be a stranger (no I won’t be) and then she leaves

Feeling safe : Unsicherheit 0:1 

Holding on (to an Illusion?)

don’t push me away (when you feel rejected) 1:1

show everyone what a babe you are

 

I take her into the Darkroom

I take her in the Darkroom

fist her she comes

i take her home 

and cum while (you) let her fuck you

 

i love you and want to be with you 

i feel emotionally dead (you say)

thanks for the good time we had 

 

Fuck you trade yourself in

bye bye stop wanting to feel

stop feeling emotions isn’t that to feel dead?!

 

like a (bad) dream

you (will) disappear

 

sometimes love is not enough (you say)

 

(i disagree) love is not black and white connected to rage, desire, fear all the highs and lows being small and tall completely open and

vulnerable 

 

feeling (everything) 

the salt of the tears 

the laughter over fears 

 

should we run?

should we try and stay?

should we let things be?

 

connected (through pain) we can slow down time 

so we can we will see the world again

full of love and affection