Wednesday, 14 May 2014

tick
tock
ticking eyelid
missing shiny
bright sparks
heart
stumbles after
you chopped its legs off at the knees
it can't stop bleeding

fuck
shock
anaesthetic mockery
rock between
drunkeness and philosophy
raging pain
and ecstacy

sick
sock
he wore on one foot
she wore the other
bright red
impossible to forget
burned into my retina
image of
him
her
happy
together
mismatched feet
tree meetings
fractals
laboured breathing

purple used to be
a favourite
colour,
no more
after his stories
no more

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