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The Noose Mar 2018
as your black dress
casts shadows
over head stones
The Noose Feb 2018
Sometimes

Clutching the guts of life
Burning an effigy of former selves
All this raw fervour pulsating
Through and through
To want the blood dark
The alchemy of madness

Sometimes

Delicate, illuminating
Neither gentleness nor fragility
But grace
The unruffled color of pearl
How are you both these women?
The Noose Feb 2018
Mother I tempered with the forces
I became a villain in the story I've written
Mother remember me chasing pavements
The ardency of the gnaw
The absurdity
Mother remember the box of darkness
The dirt in my fingernails
When the moon fell
And my guts sat heavy on my chest


Mother remember, the sweet sun on our backs before the severing from the cradle you sang to
The wind was a lullaby
Blue stained onto my faculties
Mother impending doom sits
In the pit of my stomach still
Mother don't worry, I quietened the blood
I stitched the hem of the undone
The sunrise in the east breathed life into my body
And those hands
Mother I made a home out of a bruise
The Noose Feb 2018
Bodies on the floor

                   strewn.....

Like vermilion

                    martyred roses

The ****** handprints

                         On the wall

Could pass for contemporary art

It was a colourful cataclysm

                                   In red.
The Noose Feb 2018
I am pixelated dust
And your face is the moon
All that you pulsate
Renders me blinded
And bound to the
Elastic tether of want.
The Noose Feb 2018
The unrelenting tides
Of admiration and longing
Being longed for
drag me to the depths
Off the shore of reason
Carress like velvet
Drenched in delicacy again
Chasing waves
Lungs bursting
At the seams
The absurdity
In January.
The Noose Jan 2018
These continents
spat me out
The bones never rested
The guts of these frigid borders
Could never
Cradle nor contain
This incorrigible dreamer
At the very bottom of the barrel
Tethered myself to the foundations
Dissolved my whole being
In delicately stitched façades
And probables
Whose emotional resonance
Has long withered
Senseless
All these feet can do
Is chase the bitter winds
Shards of hope
Strewn
Broken compasses
Blinding lights
Tremble, seeth
Drenched in sin
In the centre of
The barren lands where
Sanity fuels the faculties
The ginormous machine
Devoid of soul.
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