Thursday, 4 June 2009

One for Mia, one for me

----Basta---

Do you remember that time
in El Corte Inglés
I crumpled,
coiled around sudden shock
waves of nausea
radiating from each mini-crest of pain.

You took me home
sent me to sleep;
single matress, cool, in your dark room.

You worried, when I woke,
that I shouldn't hear 'volare'
from the street
in case it should remind me too much
of him.

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------Woken------

Shattered
Dashed
& I can feel me
already
doing that thing
where I draw back
and close off
and shut down
and pretend I didn't even care
                       I didn't even hope
                       I didn't even just die
                                                        a little
                                                            tonight.

Just. One. Line.

Enough to read
                     a whole life
or rather,
                 two.

Neither mine.

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