providence

when i was younger i was terrified of death  

of light peeking through my tired skin 

but now I am positive that death is just like 

leaning back on a chair and it tips over but  

never hits the floor,  

and you fall and you fall 

soft warm hands 

touching the parts of you that are fracture

breathless and that brings me comfort so maybe 

i am going crazy or maybe all things must -

eventually 

◄ i am made of water and so are you

think back/pink black ►

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Martin Elder

Mon 15th Apr 2019 23:02

A wonderful evocation of death Stu. I love the line

'light peeking through my tired skin'

Nice one mate

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Josie

Thu 11th Apr 2019 08:14

Lovely - very poignant.

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