Swept away

October 15, 2013 § 2 Comments

Hold your breath

because this is just a wave

and you are coming back in with the tide.

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Retail

October 14, 2013 § Leave a comment

Your fat hand

crumbles

the layer cake

of shirts

I baked

with buttery hours

of lost time

 

Your wet eyes

stare

at me

invisible

as you pop

my speech bubble

with a darling

handbag

 

I hold your hair back

while you get sick

all over my cash register,

then swish away

in a breeze

of shiny new things

 

leaving me here

to wonder

what is the price

of selling

an empty hanger

to a woman

who inserts it

into her shoulder blades

and hangs herself up

stuck

a dead weight

twirling,

 

slowly becoming a fur coat.

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Tony

October 9, 2013 § 2 Comments

His name is Tony and we are best friends, aren’t we? Yes we are. We go everywhere together.

If I leave the room, Tony comes with me. He follows behind me all the time. When we cross the road we hold hands and I help him cause he is scared of cars. I get scared of things too, so he helps me with that.

Like when all the shadows come at night and I think they are all shaped like knives and are going to cut my throat. Tony tells me not to worry because they are just the reflections of cars on the road coming through my curtains.

And whenever I run away Tony makes sure that I pack sandwiches and bring a blanket so I don’t get too cold out there.

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In like

October 8, 2013 § Leave a comment

You hopped over the wall I built

to keep everyone out

when I thought battle was all there would ever be.

 

I didn’t know you were there

waiting

with a ladder and patience,

the two things I am defenceless against.

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Moving

September 20, 2013 § 1 Comment

I am three black bags

and a blank page

where my new map

will go.

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Dear

September 19, 2013 § Leave a comment

This is a reply to the message you didn’t leave

the message I wasn’t waiting for

the message I didn’t expect

 

I understand,

but I am lying.

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Bitter

August 15, 2013 § 2 Comments

I named a wrinkle after you

because he appears

everytime

I hear a song

that reminds me

of us.

 

I wonder has she named any part of herself after you,

But why would she when

she has you.

 

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