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i.
it occurs to me on a coach,
in the early hours of the morning,
that i've forgotten your hands.

i've left them, curled around a mug
on a stained kitchen worktop,
pinkie comically raised.

you always said that manners
were your fatal flaw.


ii.
it occurs to me too,
that i've forgotten your smile.
or at least the teeth in it.

i distinctly remember one rolling
between the carpet and the wall,
and another, i threw into the toilet.

i find myself caculating calcium density,
and wondering:
do teeth float?


iii.
we've just reached switzerland,
when mountains remind me:
there is blood in my freezer.


iv.
there are traces of you everywhere.
no longer beneath my fingernails, or caught
between my teeth, but instead
imprinted on my retinas, and hidden
in the crevices of a night-time mind.
finally, i found something.

i realised that i've never really tried to write a horror piece, so here's my palty attempt.

(apologies for the delay between posting the first verse and the rest of it. i found it today, tucked inside my purse.)
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johohanna Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2009
This has a lost love, melancholic feel to it, despite the macabre elements. For some reason as I read it I am painting it as a watercolour in my mind o.O

:)
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tetemeko Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2009
I still like it.

It's a warm fuzzy feeling.
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Carousel-Dreams Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2009
oh dear i hate that feeling
i can't wait for more things, i have missed your witty work quite terribly
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poshlost Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
This disappoints me, slightly. It's like...you've used this idea before, and I dunno. You can do better. ]:
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