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Hannah J Strauss Jun 2019
Heavy drops and triumphant groans.
These are the songs of the gladiators.

Yoga class fully booked with little nymphs.
These are the halls of the eternally lusted.

Basketball court and players squeak and squeal.
These are the Olympians of the skies.

Soldiers of the treadmill army.
Warriors of weight.
Berserkers of the bulge.
Fighters of fat.

The biggest losers of them all.
Hannah J Strauss Jun 2019
The ever faster-than-me clock outpaces me
It laughs over its shoulder and jeers at turns.

Sweat and tears mingle as the breath to keep up
Leaves without intention of coming back.

Frantic heartbeats leave me reeling in stillness
Hands glisten with foreboding.

****. Me. Why did I leave everything so late?
Why did I think I could do this?
Hannah J Strauss Jun 2019
Dizzy.
Every movement sends galaxies skittering across the night sky of thought.
There is no up and down
and space drips time unending, unbeginning
into the swoop and sway of
static vision.

Tired.
Unshakeable fatigue grows out of barren bones.
Eyelids, lovers inseparable.
Feet that leave grooves in the few paths they take.
Arms unable to raise fists to fight again.
Haven’t done in a while…

Weak.
Please open this.
Please carry that.
Please carry me…?

Thirsty.
No, not that, just water thank you.
Grumblings are just tests. I pass every time.
Aromas are just vile sultry temptations.
The numbers never lie.

Muscles twang, bowstrings in a symphony of violins.
Fibres tear. The last straw.
Blood clots. It too is tired. Sludge in my veins.
Bones creak. Not enough weight to tether them.

God, I’m beautiful.
Hannah J Strauss Jun 2019
FWUMP! And a gasp. What the f-…

My thoughts blur around me
Shoals of vivid colour and incomplete thoughts
My heart threatens arrest and drums beat.

Hands fly out as if to catch
me before I fall again
Just soft duvet and…fur?

The dog? Right! THE DOG!
My overly attached shirt hugs my back
As the overly attached me hugs the
dog.

Madonna was there, and so was Brittany Spears
Dancing like only 90’s babes know how.
The tie-dye dance floor made the trips seem tame
And the 3D reality turned sound into the touch of
zero gravity.

A black limo oozed from between the waves of psychedelics
The window glimmered the black of money and power.
The Bratz? What the fu-…
Overly sized lips laughed at my frown.

Do you ever get that feeling that
The plummeting sensation when falling asleep
is just you standing up? In bed. Then collapsing.
A cruel joke the psyche plays on the physical.

As f the body is to marionet, and the mind
The puppet master.
A game of “Tag, you’re dead!” ha ha.
What the ****…

Such wonderful sleep, in such wonderful dreams.
Hannah J Strauss Jun 2019
Smiles worth drops of love
Bright eyes that glow when sparked
And sparkle in joy.

Hugs that envelop and post pain away.
Heart of purest pure.

Messages long wrongly ignored.
Calls stupidly missed.

You reach
I reach
Each at different times.

Missed by a breadth and a mile.

A step back and loneliness gained.
A joke, a meal…
3 steps forward…

The daffodil and cosmos…

Beauty and open fields.

Friendship shall ever bloom.
For a dear friend, who lost a field full of flowers. Ever shall she bloom in the sunlit joy of memory.
Hannah J Strauss Jun 2019
A girl lived on a mountain tall.
The rush of wind and the plummeting fall.

“The horses” she cried.
Thunder galloping and stomping outside.

“Will they find the fodder?” She wondered to stars.
The morning brought a squeal echoed in memoirs.

Day in and night throughout the horses came.
Their hooves too gentle against the sugar cane.

A girl lived on a mountain tall.
The horses had never really come at all.
Hannah J Strauss Jun 2019
Man, those jeans look tight, that blouse dipped just right
and your hair frames you like a picture.

Man, that walk and sway, that look in your eyes as I begin to pray
no wait— I need a second to breathe.

Girl, that click click of flaking confidence on tiles is louder than any of those sharp-tongued wits
and that booming laugh will never be loud enough so drown out the noise of your arms crossed over your belly.

Girl, put down the water bottle that you drink your tears from and put away that open “secret” diary. No one will read the words of a girl still breathing her sadness.

Boy, don’t waste your time with that one, she nearly suffocated the last one with all that
and cries butter and canola oil.

Boy, ain’t nobody fooled by those leggings, trying to hide what we can all see, like Blood on the streets of Cali.

Boy, making me hungry here seeing them legs in those jeans that must be ovens trying to cook that unbaked pizza dough.
Boy, where you running?

Boy, where you hiding?

Boy, where did she go?

Boy.

She’s gone.
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