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Lea Jun 2018
I’m sorry
It was not my intention
to disrupt the peace
Or to see gargoyles and gypsies
In the corners
I did not mean to chat with shadows
Or to try to walk with my arms
I’m sorry
I never planned
This hunched existence
Squinting over paper
Ink-stained knuckles
Fairy-fuelled thoughts
I did not choose to mumble
To myself, bits of stories
So I wouldn’t forget
Pretty lines such pretty pretty words
I did not mean to cherish them
Like jewels or mornings
But once they were fastened
around my neck
Once they are shining around me
Being without them was choking
Lifeless
I’m sorry
Lea Feb 2018
Sometime between six and eight o’clock last night
You replaced my lungs with TV static
It crackles and fizzles and won’t let me sleep
Sending shivers and shocks though my body

At exactly 9 o’clock when you left me at my door
You placed a tiny pebble inside my throat
Constricting my words and my breath, and it won’t go away
Maybe you’ll take it away when I see you again

No, I do not take any drugs except bitter pills
I am not a heavy drinker except of tea and rain
I am not vaccinated against vulnerability (my mistake)
But if you would kindly remove the heart, I’ll be going then

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