To walk into this kitchen is to see You standing, softened in the yellow light Of the hob and red from the wine and our earlier tries to get drunk while we cooked. It is to see you swaying tunelessly To our Spotify playlist whilst reaching Out and turning from the counter and sink to …
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Scabs
She would pick at the scab And think of him And bleed And bleed As she picked And picked Till the pain hurt more Than the joy it brought And she’d dripped dark blood On the bathroom tiles
Please be reminded that eye contact is not permitted on the underground
Do you think she stands there just because she can; To feel the pulling wind of soon arriving trains Balancing the tightrope of the platforms edge As she sways to the echoed vibrations? Does she see herself through technicoloured screens; Holding court from across the yellow line Stretching out to the bated breaths Of her …
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