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Lived
We step into universes of unrest, and listen, listen hear echoes and ghosts. The whispering unuttered sounds of fear, longing, unbelonging, scars hushed and ushered in to corners. Covering bright teeth, papering the brush of lips, we bear witness to grimaces and listen for the humming underneath. Swallowed pain, lingering alienation - shadows pressed in to cracks and looming over doorways. We take note, watch and listen, listen, listen close. Restless, this murmuring, we learn to listen with our eyes. Listen by creating spaces first, hearts pressed soft to the earth. Thrumming and red, we track hurt and loneliness. Our thumbs wrapped ar
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Volcanic
You cut your teeth in my words catch the hitch in my vocal cords - a pulley of ropes to hurt, shame, darkness, ghosts. You ask permission to come close, to climb the stage. You shift the curtain with your hand while I scream the house down. Banshees tremble underfoot and you tread the boards. Your eyes follow the lift of my shoulder, the scatter of my gaze, and you take them like an elevator to red, velvet pain. Falling, falling, falling floors guillotine tears suffocating me in secrets a thousand cuts to my soul. You move fast into this universe of fear to prompt a kind of love. We find hunger here, we meld breath. We weave a web of s
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Immersion
Goose-fleshed skin, bathed under fairy lights in bright reds and gold as warm and whole as you don’t feel. Trembling fingers undoing the clasp of your straps knotted treble clef of your hair trailing down to the curved base notes of a spine and hips too prominent and shook with cold and nerves. Rising over the crescendo flood and hovering above yourself in the sweet night air of this pool, you loose your hands into your hair and send it down - a tsunami of blue. Pearls dot your skin – fear tattoos raised quavers in staccato bursts, in time with your tread - full stops and ellipses of dread… breves of cold unreal. You h
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The Locked Wards [Reworked]
Statistics written in skin naked and sick, lips hung with words but hollow of expression. There is no softening the medicine trickling into bone. Dream lucid or speak insane, mad tones lost to effortless hands guiding your skeleton to a locked room. Bound in white breathing in the scent of stars and faded galaxies gauze and Betadine and decaying souls, light already gone. The florid notes of hope linger in doorways ground shut on the back stairs a two-at-a-time descent. Pills trespass fairy weights on her tongue a cloying sweetness rich and thick that is darkness embodied. Blue sheets billow out their sails and go nowhere - they moor their
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Vortex
Your tongue hits your teeth like a drum in time with your heart, in time with mine. Your words trip fast like fists beating out of your skull our hurt as plain as headstones that we stake deep between the ribs of our earth. We are tiny satellites spinning, hidden in this sky. Broadcasting pain in the vast dark unfolding our truth in a battlecry that rips us red and open. Supernova stars exploding blood eons and light years apart that will echo and echo. We will be picked up and felt for generations down. I hold space for you and you for me. We see each other and say we are enough and we always will be. I hear you and I love you the sham
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Lungs of Iron
A close study of life instead of a living, breathing model grinding glass lenses beneath lamplight in early hours of the morning, spine crunched under soul-less eyes. Tiny shards the size of stars return to sand and fill my lungs. Without my noticing they make their cuts, the gradual post mortem of breathing. With each breath, I aspirate death as easy as winking and peering down at the shadow cast by the gentle mirror curve. Press my hand against its concave heart as though feeling for a beat and examining the loneliness of this room. Crush crush crush hush this stillness and pool it beneath my feet. Macro-phage cell deaths leapt of
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Lived
We step into universes of unrest, and listen, listen hear echoes and ghosts. The whispering unuttered sounds of fear, longing, unbelonging, scars hushed and ushered in to corners. Covering bright teeth, papering the brush of lips, we bear witness to grimaces and listen for the humming underneath. Swallowed pain, lingering alienation - shadows pressed in to cracks and looming over doorways. We take note, watch and listen, listen, listen close. Restless, this murmuring, we learn to listen with our eyes. Listen by creating spaces first, hearts pressed soft to the earth. Thrumming and red, we track hurt and loneliness. Our thumbs wrapped ar
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August ID
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Volcanic
You cut your teeth in my words catch the hitch in my vocal cords - a pulley of ropes to hurt, shame, darkness, ghosts. You ask permission to come close, to climb the stage. You shift the curtain with your hand while I scream the house down. Banshees tremble underfoot and you tread the boards. Your eyes follow the lift of my shoulder, the scatter of my gaze, and you take them like an elevator to red, velvet pain. Falling, falling, falling floors guillotine tears suffocating me in secrets a thousand cuts to my soul. You move fast into this universe of fear to prompt a kind of love. We find hunger here, we meld breath. We weave a web of s
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Immersion
Goose-fleshed skin, bathed under fairy lights in bright reds and gold as warm and whole as you don’t feel. Trembling fingers undoing the clasp of your straps knotted treble clef of your hair trailing down to the curved base notes of a spine and hips too prominent and shook with cold and nerves. Rising over the crescendo flood and hovering above yourself in the sweet night air of this pool, you loose your hands into your hair and send it down - a tsunami of blue. Pearls dot your skin – fear tattoos raised quavers in staccato bursts, in time with your tread - full stops and ellipses of dread… breves of cold unreal. You h
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The Locked Wards [Reworked]
Statistics written in skin naked and sick, lips hung with words but hollow of expression. There is no softening the medicine trickling into bone. Dream lucid or speak insane, mad tones lost to effortless hands guiding your skeleton to a locked room. Bound in white breathing in the scent of stars and faded galaxies gauze and Betadine and decaying souls, light already gone. The florid notes of hope linger in doorways ground shut on the back stairs a two-at-a-time descent. Pills trespass fairy weights on her tongue a cloying sweetness rich and thick that is darkness embodied. Blue sheets billow out their sails and go nowhere - they moor their
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Vortex
Your tongue hits your teeth like a drum in time with your heart, in time with mine. Your words trip fast like fists beating out of your skull our hurt as plain as headstones that we stake deep between the ribs of our earth. We are tiny satellites spinning, hidden in this sky. Broadcasting pain in the vast dark unfolding our truth in a battlecry that rips us red and open. Supernova stars exploding blood eons and light years apart that will echo and echo. We will be picked up and felt for generations down. I hold space for you and you for me. We see each other and say we are enough and we always will be. I hear you and I love you the sham
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Lungs of Iron
A close study of life instead of a living, breathing model grinding glass lenses beneath lamplight in early hours of the morning, spine crunched under soul-less eyes. Tiny shards the size of stars return to sand and fill my lungs. Without my noticing they make their cuts, the gradual post mortem of breathing. With each breath, I aspirate death as easy as winking and peering down at the shadow cast by the gentle mirror curve. Press my hand against its concave heart as though feeling for a beat and examining the loneliness of this room. Crush crush crush hush this stillness and pool it beneath my feet. Macro-phage cell deaths leapt of
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Love Letters On the Train
Dear Stranger, I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress). You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something
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1000 Paper Cranes
I. We whispered prayers into the corridors while I spoke into your ribcage, telling lies to our skeletons to help you understand. you said they loved watching me wax poetic while I dripped candlelight into your hands. we watched the dust motes cover our skin while I taught you how to fly. (you were always too afraid to fall and too afraid to land). II. It wasn't lovesongs we sang; it was half-forgotten hymns. we never wanted to believe but you said ghosts exist without compassion, and without sins. I told the doctor his medication clipped your wings. III. I fed you sweet words tucked in between candy-canes and licori
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Suicides Learning To Speak
It’s 6 a.m. A girl is beginning the journey back from Oz, anchored to life by the whirr and beep of machines and tubes. Above her emaciated body, nurses pace, write on clipboards, click their heels and purse their lips. She is oblivious. Her mind drifts in freefall, stuck in an eggshell skull wrapped in nasal gastric tubing and an oxygen pipe forced down her throat like a synthetic umbilical cord. Somewhere, neurotransmitters are sewing themselves back into conscious awareness. There is a person lost somewhere in that body. There is a mind overboard in a black sea, sending up a flare. The nurses are afraid that she will stay in there fo
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The hours are slow in the white corridors but you are with me when the hands strike fear and the clock whispers twelve. You hear my voice echo down the halls a half-empty ward a clear glass of psychotropic drops. You crush my ribs and rob my lungs of tears. You kiss my wrists and strip the bone The silver constellation of scars, the scarlet mouth of screams softened by the gentle murmurs of bodies creased with love. You breathe the poetry I cannot speak, you hold the fragile shape of my skull like a bruised eggshell as the nurses hold me down You feel it in your lungs when the needle slides through, and the drop of blood i
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