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Broken Record's Repetition
For me,
Please,
Stop cutting.
I said.
A broken record.
Only now,
As she lays in the grave,
Six feet under.
I wonder
if things would have changed,
If I just once asked her to
Stop cutting,
Please,
For you.
Would it have made a difference, though?
The reason to cut or not remains
the same, either way.
Nothing can change that here
She...
Thursday 19th October 2023 10:16 pm
blood off my nails
carve the cloth off my skin,
wipe the polish off my nails,
scrape the itch off my flesh;
i can’t help it,
i won’t stand it again.
strawberry dressing on vanilla ice cream;
paint spilled over the notebook’s page
i feel the ink in my fingerprints,
it’s staining my hands.
i don’t know that i’ll ever get it out again
rip the skin off my bones,
pry my nails of...
Saturday 30th September 2023 3:46 pm
Anti-Social-ist Behaviour Dis-Order
The following is my response to Red Button's recent post: https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2022/10/bemoaning-state-of-high-street.html
Britain’s been given
An Anti-Social-ist Behaviour Dis-Order,
The Tories flaunt it,
Like a naughty teen.
Britain’s ill, but can’t get treament,
Because of the cuts,
So the cuts on her wrists,
Are growing in number,
I’ve grown acc...
Monday 28th November 2022 12:55 pm
Hurting / Healing
31.08.21
I was waging war on my body before it had even fully grown
No respect for the temple that houses my soul
With cuts, and drugs and other people's limbs
I have shown her little she is respected
And expected her to carry on as though she were
Countless sleepless nights and 'just one more drink'
And I have pushed her to her limit
She's crying out for acknowledgement
No more ...
Tuesday 18th May 2021 12:26 pm
Starving
Your hands have turned to catacombs
& you don’t know when exactly but sometime last month the last of your violets wilted in the hollows of your collarbones.
You’ve got spiderwebs for eyelashes the pupils of a black widow
and when they ask you if you’re okay, you explain you haven’t eaten much today
you smile with brittle-boned teeth.
Your heart feels unsteady in the way that it just won’t ...
Wednesday 7th October 2020 7:38 pm
Lie with poetry
If I could lie with poetry as if beside a lover,
Rhymes like arms to hold me, laden pages as a cover
between me and my reality, the truth I try to hide,
Too feeble for the malice of the world that waits outside.
If I could lie with poetry as if upon a lover,
Minds meeting as hearts beat to find the rhythm of the other,
Words caressing skin, or tasting sweet on lips so red,
...Monday 25th March 2019 10:44 am
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