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katherine-armstrong
katherine-armstrong
Embellishing my experiences is what I am best at.
I I'll prise you open with shaking fingers because everyone around me is quiet Watching moving pictures which do not move As little sound as possible in dim light which is only partly reflected in you In my mouth you crunch and my eyes dart left and right But soon it is soft, melting, slipping into me slowly like the fondest memory And I have given up in pleasing the irritated whispers and angry nudges Into you I will go, my fingers becoming softer and smoother with each release Of salted, fattening sheets I am a poor, hollow creature who has waited so long to gorge II All I hear is strings of letters and I am in love I see multitudes of colours and weep at their beauty, I see grayscale, I see noir, I'm shocked at their significance Because my life is so insignificant Nothing to birds who fly without me Nothing to worms who bury not for me Get your head out of the bag it'll do nothing for you Nothing for you Nothing
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
Devoured
A mass pushing into me like a great lorry The leather jacket, the smell of the dead The skin so shiny like a glass filled with milk, White and whole and fattening, filling you up But not full yet, one final blow to come And the covering of the legs like netting, Rips apart, an opening to another world, Begging me, asking for it, shaking with knowing Had you not picked the fruit from that tree, Tasting its seeking, desperate sweetness Perhaps i would not feel your weight as I did And you would fall down like an infantile bundle of feathers The epidermis, the subcutaneous layer, the blood Moving quickly then slowly then quickly Are you still there? I shouldn’t care A button falls from your breast, a trickle down your cheek The eyes, the eyes! They follow me, the train, Moves slower as it pulls into the station And makes one final sound, a signal, I’d rip their eyes out and let them bounce onto the tracks like marbles So many stains of blood and war and toil Lie across the carriages and out onto the moors, I wouldn’t worry, I’ll make it clean with disinfectant and run smooth again with oil
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
Done And Dusted