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I sleep as the Egyptians died, my hands abreast and folded in a way a mummy might have guessed her soul to leave for afterlife. But I don't travel far, as life still holds me back. The thread a-stretch I rise
She touched her swollen face, dabbed it with make up. Applied lip gloss. Her lover left no answer on the phone. He did his best by leaving her alone with lint, mercurochrome. No sad apologies or a bouquet. Her face
I am plunged , head on, into the void until only a wisp of the moon remains. Wrapped up to the chin in my duvet, I fly except for one eye that I left in a flurry. I lift the other one towards the black. My ears
The clasp of winter turns you cold, now tucks you under sheets of ice. The King of Freeze, glassy and old, now holds you captive to his vice. He ripped the colours you once wore, the pink of heaven, applegold.
Whisper your words in my lap those sweet syllables that melt under your breath and pour onto my soft skin in a warm and sticky treacle. I clamp your body between my thighs, bend over you and let my breasts pour into