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Mr ScratchyRainbow hues brushed aside
Dark thoughts furtively enticing
Exalt;'Enbrace me!'Damp sheets
Veil conscious thought,dappled vigin light
Recessed shadows running tandem
Contradict the here and now.
Waking dreams leach my will
Dumped almost lifeless on the floor,pillows
Struggling weakly to my knees
Tender,gravel peppered palms
Enrage.Anger swells my tongue as
Carrion creatures jostle
Screech and peck in mounting
Frenzy.Bruised and bloodied
Accepting of my fate
Dull ringing echoes,skull
Bludgeoned from inside:
Intensly bright,white paper
Blankly i paint myself a
Mask and call him
Mr. Scratchy.His long arms
Flailing awkwardly,knots in string
Propel the ungainly-
Unbalanced as i am by you,
Buried somewhere inside me
Toying with my metal plated heart,i
Struggle,shove you hard
'Back in your box!'
Naughty Twinkle Toes.
Valiantly,down the years
Attrition was your sword,random
Victories grudgingly acknowleged
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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