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Isobel G Oct 2011
I talk to him sometimes,
When no-one's home,
I tried today
I pretend to hear him,
In my footfall,
It was almost too hard
He's there,
The moon on my sheets,
But you wanted me to try
I can't help crying sometimes,
When I imagine him breathing,
Do you think about it?
I remember that feeling,
Of weight on my shoulders,
When I'm alone
I fall into the cold,
Like a makeshift embrace,
*Do you wish you could stop me?
©Nicola-Isobel H.        23.10.2011

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Isobel G Oct 2011
Dive in,
Two years back,
Into your winter,
My world,
Was hot and blue,
In that July,
These waves taste colder,
Than those green tunnels,
Where I first fell,
You didn't know me then,
I laughed more then,

I met him in the corner,
Of the windy house,
Standing on the cobbles in the dust,
His back against the paper walls,
The keys in his fingers,
Leading me out the door,

He waited in the ocean,
Giving me that crooked smile,
As the pier left my feet,
Eyes all black,
Through that smokey water,
Circles and circles,
He circles me,
With shark eyes,

He hunted me,
Through that dim brick maze,
Pulling me closer,
Pushing me further,
Into those rusted iron walls,
Until I gave in,

He was covered in rain,
On that empty balcony,
Everyone looking in,
From the fog windows,
Whilst he told me goodbye,
Walk back up the shore,
Two years past,
From July '09
©Nicola-Isobel H.         23.10.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
Breathe in the sunshine,
I haven't felt it for so long,
Tell me what it tastes like,
That humble gold,
On your lips
©Nicola-Isobel H.        22.10.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
I wonder how I feel,
Within those hands,
Am I as cold,
As I remember feeling,

Do the scars,
Hollow your fingertips,
As they trace,
The rips clawed into my flesh,

I wonder how I feel,
When I'm beneath you,
Am I bones and blood,
Under the webs,

Do the tears match,
The texture of my veins,
As your nails chase,
That hollow pulse
©Nicola-Isobel H.       21.10.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
Isn't it beautiful,
When the tears,
Slowly drip from your eyes,
And his fingers,
Steal this last piece,
Of humanity,
From your skin
©Nicola-Isobel  H.       21.10.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
If I could take you,
To the river of sinners,
I would show you,
The depths of my hell,
We would drink,
The black liquid-crystal,
And you would taste,
The acid of this thirst,
I could show you,
My mortal struggle,
Written over the planes,
Of my wrist,
And you would finally see,
That I have fallen.

*I could never take you there
©Nicola-Isobel H.        21.10.2011
Isobel G Oct 2011
I've lost it,
That light shining,
Between our fingers,
It flickers,
From dim to bright,
On to off,
I'm losing it,
The words,
Paving my way,
Into the darkness of your mind,
Into the midst of another's sorrow
©Nicola-Isobel H.       20.10.2011
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