You never knew how I felt. Two ghosts sieved through the air, your translucent hand grasped my body-felt nothing. The noose around your neck; tied by your own hands
The first time I nearly died, I woke up to my image staring back through the mirror. Shards of glass crystallising against my feet, dark stained blood sprouting poppies between my toes.
Whenever you say you’re going to leave me I try to remember how to love. But we’re two people who were never sure of this, so we arrive at a feeling of both pain and joy.
they gave use the wrong hands back, and now all we see are your veins and this might be why; we light up our tv screen like candlelight in a church, and pray for a mother.