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Loathing

I hate you, I always say, again, And you can see I mean it. I don't think it matters. We fight. My finger scratches Down the marble of your torso,...

Missing

I miss the way the curve Of your spine fitted exactly Into the waiting space In the tumble of my bedclothes. I could count your ribs On the knuckles...

Watching a kiss

The water fountain was behind you, And you eclipsed it when you kissed. I felt a sudden thirst whistle in my throat, Speckled as it was with the...

Practice

The shine of the flute Is smudged at the mouth, Where my eyes are drawn To the pucker of your lips. The flute plays in my dream, A forgiving lilt of...

Waiting

Waiting. I don't know why. It almost Touches My spine, Stiff straight, Arched backs Like a catfight. A level gaze, Waiting For my explanation, Which...

Coming back too late

Almost knowing I was here, The house glooms darkly, With searching eyes. Windows, unwashed, door, too red. Long path, tree shadowed. She opens the...

Spilt milk

They are the torn edges Of a puddle of smashed glass, Bright in the morning sun. There is watery milk. It looks cold, but I don't touch it, Seeping...

Playing favourites

Favourite, I said, Smiles and empty kisses Grown still on the air. There is paper, pink paper, It has my name on it. And a heart, blood- But it's not...

Loves me not

She loves you not. Petals, crumpled lace, Fluttering wings on the air- In my stomach, butterflies, Your silver cross is cardboard. He loves me not,...

Forgive me?

I don't believe That it's a relationship Gone wrong. It's more that it's not going At all. It's not that I don't love you- I do, I do, I do! But if...

Hartlepool Harbour, west side. I think

Swinging my legs, kicking Rough against cement Down my neck Rain, monotonous Greasy chip paper blew Weighted down with cold batter Like my stomach...

Mirrored: self

What might it be? Hiding between silvered glass And the trap of a soul Mirror, mirror, mirror I come back to it Changing faces Though I never like...

E - Wicks

Another page from my diary, January 25, 2004

Overleaf

Written during an exam, just after I'd looked at the front page where it said "Begin writing overleaf".

Impatience

A swirling kaleidoscope of red and red and red It's creeping like the smell of boiled cabbage down school corridors Echoing with pointed footsteps...

The hour after the Theology exam

As the title says, I wrote this an hour after I'd taken a disastrous exam in Theology. I had to do a writing exercise based on a vase of water, so this came out.

Forget my history

I'm being bad. Bad, bad girl, forget your history- Supplication and suspicion, sacrificed To the birth of an idea, in an ideal world. Utopia is...

Farewell

Farewell to days filled with leaves: I cannot open my box to let out the light within the gale of swirling orange and brown. Maggots will eat the...

Pirate ship

Wrote this one actually when I'd just got off a terrifying spinning ride at a theme park. Kind of odd.

Give /Take

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