Monthly Archives: September 2013
Gathering Shells
Clouds hang Low and black like a fat bloated corpse. The pale, leafless trees are already as dead As the driftwood that floats on the tide. This beach is a graveyard, Row upon row of razor shells stretch … Continue reading
Weed
Garishly bright thing You litter the ground, Nameless and hungry, Choking the roots of the trees. Your dead cover the earth And crunch under foot Till more greenness writhes up From that bed of decay. The trees themselves … Continue reading
Pygmalion
Every evening I become A lump of smooth unblemished clay Laid out across your work bench, Pale as ivory, your calloused hands Caress my face until it’s features start to form, You may gauge out my eyes Or gently … Continue reading
Journal Extract: The Thoughts of the Dying
It must be hard for people who are dying. In films they’re always the serene ones, calmly accepting their fate while the living, healthy people around them panic or refuse to accept the situation altogether. In reality the dying are … Continue reading
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