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Left In BetweenI watched as they took her awayThrough the crescent of an ill-fitted doorknobBlack straps and a blanketNot receiving but dispatchingBut she hasn't been hereFor so long now anywaysAnd as she lays in a cold white mazeThe dinner burns and hands shakeI had murdered beforeSomething ripped out and awayThe thing she didn't do to meSo I am left to feel the painThe blood is so silentCreeping over top and then down to the floorLost to shadows and dustAs I scrub for salvationAnd I'm so scared to be nearFor she's already goneThey are already goneAnd I'm left in between all alone
Rose Petal Chilli PowderI am sixteen when I meet him. He is what my Grandmother refers to as a stalky Ukranian. Too old for you! She claims. Hes not a nice boy. She doesnt like the way my face turns the colour of rose petals and chilli powder when I hear his name. My Mother giggles because this is all a silly game to her. It always has been, as she whispers to me in the department store Apparently He likes you. Rose petals. Chilli powder. It is all near misses from this point on. Every time I see him, and those big blue eyes shift in my direction, His invisible hands wrap in a death-grip around my lungs. My body panics. I am dying. My heart races and it feels like Ive sewn my lips shut with honey and linen thread, the kind that will rip through your flesh before it breaks. Once, I choke out a distant, shy, relative of the word hello in his vicinity. He is in some riveting conversation and forgets to notice. I can never m
RomancePushingTearingRipping apartFingertipsSliding andGripping her heartPullingCrushing itCaressed in his palmPulsingDrippingSweet red honey balmGraspingSwaying in aWarm sticky danceJust a pretty young thingAnd a slave to romance
Inauspicious CircumstanceYoure sending me those naughty wordsIn a shiny box of make-believeAnd it pulls me closer to a place I shouldnt beNo strings to keep me thereShould I leaveAnd we met in a placeCalled Inauspicious CircumstanceAll in a cloud of smokeIt never had a chanceYou stayed when I thought youd leaveAnd I left when I wanted to staySo Ive become the question markAt the end of what you sayNow I take each soapy sentenceWash out my filthy mouthSo slippery when wetAnd my thoughts are rushing SouthIll just keep drinking it inI know you bring out the worst in meBut I want you to teach me a lessonSo tender and so violently