Waiting For Sunrise
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The Stolen Whole. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
You stole things from me. So soundlessly subtly, so slowly, I never took the time to even realise your crime; and in shadows where I couldn’t see, you slipped shiftless palms into my pockets, and...
For The First Time. in And The Rest.
Ribs laced together with thick threads of panic, sharp shallow breaths shuttling a throatful of thunder; a thrumming heartbeat humming and unsteady feet succumbing, to drumming a tremulous dance ...
That Four-Letter Word. in And The Rest.
I thought, for the most part, that words were my friends. Puzzle pieces with interlocking edges, interlacing in landscapes of rhythm and rhyme; sketches of shadow in shades of phonetics, a resona...
Dancing With Consequence in And The Rest.
I slide through the gaps between midnight and dawn; daylight is rough sunshine-twine safety, tying me down and constraining, a captive in cuffs of reality. Alone in the night and the steel-stapl...
The Longest Division in And The Rest.
Collecting numbers in open palms looking for an answer I can swallow to an impossible equation. Infinite innocent promises candy-coated; sugared white totalling more than the sum of their whole...
Truth. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
Maybe this time will be different, maybe this time you can do it. You get ready slowly, laying in the bath, breathing carefully. Counting ribs through the ripples and trying to work out whether y...
How Many More Times Can We Do This Dance... in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
… before we destroy ourselves?
Exile, By Design. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
My eyes have frozen over. Glazed glacial into icebound opaline mirrorballs of milk-marbled glass, lacquered like petrol slicks with the lunar luminescence of intransigence; they see nothing but h...
We Hold The Chains And Choke Ourselves. in And The Rest.
Secretly.
Shapeshifting in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
The wind whispers idle songs of ruin that kiss my hair as soft as snowflakes, a wistful wordless requiem that echoes through the hollow holes in me like oxygen. This is the moment, the freeze-fr...
Recovery Is Just Another Word For Denial. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
The perfect practiced symmetry of you; I’ve missed you. The lucidity, the linear logic of your rules, a gold-glow champagne light I wrap around myself like warmth; I’m home. The multi-edged promi...
Not Designed For Life. in And The Rest.
Strength and weakness are intrinsically entwined, unhappily married in a twisted tree-root entanglement of shadow and light, I don’t know where one ends and the other begins. Walking the precipi...
Dawn Broke... And I Didn't. in And The Rest.
Dawn light, the sky a pale pastel palette of rosé blush seeping slow into dusty forget-me-not blue, fading ethereal in soft suspended swirls. Icy cold, frost shimmers drifting in the morning haze...
You'll Be The Death Of Me. in Always Recovering, Never Recovered.
I hate you, I just fucking hate you. You loom in the mirror in fairground distortions, glutinous and grotesque, dripping candlewax grease from the fatty flab of your frame. You cling like suffoca...
Complete Me/Delete Me in And The Rest.
This cage I build of routine and movement and conscience and conformity; in the spaces between the railings, the silence speaks. Its diaphanous fingers slip like smokewisps through the bars and t...
The Dirty F***ing Truth in And The Rest.
How did I end up here? Everything I know about sex, I learned in all the wrong places with all the wrong men, with hot and horny frustrated men who weren’t free to be mine. Young, unattached and ...
Adulthood Calling? No Thanks, I'm Not Interested. in And The Rest.
Another Morning After, with hangover hair and last night’s mascara a thick black-tar syrup on my eyes. Another Morning After, supine on the sofa in the blurry barrel-lens distortion of that seasi...
Next Stop, Self Destruction. in And The Rest.
Imploding, exploding, I’m shattering in slow motion, the pieces fall like glass. My heart beats too hard and too fast, it shakes my whole body, it pounds against my ribs, I forget how to breathe....
Clowns Don't Cry, It Ruins The Makeup. in And The Rest.
So apparently I wake at 3am these days, that’s just super. Sitting in the doorway, backlit by they honeyed glow of the living-room lights, staring blank into a sky of such pure black it meets th...
Get Up, Do Stuff, Stay Alive. in And The Rest.
Spoon up the pieces again and swallow them, crunch shards of shattered self between my teeth, breakfast cereal; it’s ok. Iron my uniform, put on my name badge, turn up to work on time, don’t fal...
Freefall, Again. in And The Rest.
Hello again, rock bottom. I know you, we’ve met many times. I know every fold of your black velvet and every sharp serration of your steely grip. I know every word of the lullabies you whisper, ...
Note To Self: in And The Rest.
Fucking pick up the pieces of yourself, moron, and stuff them all back inside where they belong. Swallow them like broken glass and smile while you’re doing it, I’m fucking sick of your whining. ...
Friday Night Therapy in And The Rest.
Friday night, drunk and messy, smudged around the edges by vodka, Jaeger, amaretto, who knows what else, I can’t remember. Sweaty makeup, glassy eyes, hair unruly curls from too much energetic da...
Break Something in And The Rest.
So full of holes, so empty, Just destroy me, let me break So tired of seeking peace and of being more than I can take So tired of being shattered and so tired of my mistakes The air too thick an...
F*** This ((Yeah, Right...)) in And The Rest.
Your fake, plastic girls with their wide plastic hips, their cosmetically-inflated chests and their sugar-pink candy lips. All their orange rubber curves spilling out of tiny thongs, pseudo-whore...
