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Jordan Costigan
Poems
Apr 2020
Salted Wounds
Why run?
Scream.
Abuse.
Cry.
A fool believed escape was nigh.
I love this stuff,
my dead insides.
Come on in, there’s death to find.
These vices are the pain and I,
need them to see -
sane of eye
Followed always,
steps behind.
Darkness... shadow...
reflective shine.
Stealthy...
Mr. Creeper - ready to pounce
Runs up behind, rose in his mouth.
Down on one knee, a dangling hand.
The prince, charming;
a puppet to dance.
Melodies play -
a hypnotised sway.
Lost in a second.
Missing for days.
The puppet that dances -
a miniature he.
Impossible.
Surely.
Who will believe?
The puppeteers eyes -
mine that I see.
I am the puppet,
I’m dancing; me.
Jester to most,
jailor for some.
Narcotically dancing,
self-loathings thrum.
Is this how it is?
Is this who I’ll be?
Masochistic approach -
naught to appease.
Written by
Jordan Costigan
Queensland, Australia
(Queensland, Australia)
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