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C Oct 3
The wild garlic along the River Wear
Lies silken in the eyelets of my shoes,
And the twilight
(sky sneaking into violet)
Suddenly awakes something violent in me.

The stars aren’t twinkling sweetly in the sky anymore, unfortunately,
They are the universe’s beady eyes staring back at me disappointingly.

I toss a stone into the river until there are none left
Then I grasp at the blades of grass until
I am green with envy at their docile existence.
Still but not stagnant.
Purposeful; sacrosanct.

I have cleared the woodland now.
The trees mocked me with the happy fizma of their leaves in the cool, agreeable breeze-
And the singing in their eaves
is snuffed out by my screams.
I will not stop until there is nothing left
C Mar 29
I wonder if I will let myself eat cake on my birthday?
I don’t want 25 to be the year that I waste away.


Every sprinkle

is a number,

every morsel

fuels my hunger.


In the mirror,
stands my executioner.
Day three of swallowing the guilt
C Mar 7
If I am to die any time soon
Please, lord, let it be on a Sunday afternoon;
Let it be 15 degrees with a slight breeze;
Let it be under a soft sky with a purple hue;
Let it put an end to me feeling so blue;
As the aeroplane trails fade out of sight,
Let the blackbird song lull me into night.
I resign!
C Feb 15
Is it my voice, or yours, that I hear
When I pick up a knife and fork and put
It straight back down because
I haven’t earned my reward?

Are they my eyes, or yours, that trick me
Into thinking I’ve gained immense amounts of weight,
Even though my clothes hang loose and
I’ve lost two inches off my waist?

*

It’s ironic,
this disease;
it eats away at me.
The malignancy consumes me.
Recovery and progress are not linear, but they are near.
C Jan 16
I love baking,
But I only allow myself the pleasure of making,
And let everyone else do the tasting.
Disordered in many ways
C Jan 14
As I lay here dying,
(A vessel out of mind and out of sight)
I know I need not be afraid of the dark,
For I more than fear the light.
272 years is a long time to exist without existence
C Dec 2024
So let us go then, you and I,
As the sky
Swells purple,
Vivid like petals from the asters-
Whilst pearlescent pigeon feathers pirouette down from the rafters.
As I gaze with my eyes
At your beautiful soul;
I no longer have to search for my home.
My nicotine <3
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