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Halloween
in my cupboards
skeletons hang
still mouths strangers to the songs they sang
I take them out
bone-dry and hoar
wan skulls shorn of the locks they wore
pelvic sculptures
sharp as a blade
silent shrines to hectic love they made
bereft of flesh
that lit my fire
no lithe joints but threads of thin wire
hot tears drop on
memories clean,
pick...
Monday 25th October 2021 10:41 am
Out of Somewhere Blue
At group therapy we met
Eye contact at a premium
In terms of looks she was
Bordering upon medium
Mam and brother hated
She came to stay at mine
I rarely saw her sober
She hid a stash of wine
I really tried to love her
But I didn't have a clue
She'd bled, half-formed,
Out of somewhere blue
Men she cordially hated
I was a means to an end
A saf...
Saturday 14th November 2020 10:56 am
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