BODIES, bodies, b o d i e s

it started out with only molecules moving between them
from their nostrils, puffs of breathing

but quickly developed a feeling intrinsic
to the otherwise isolated fear in their thinking

i envisage
my blood,
bled
bled
with

wide

legs

I’m dead so you can pre-deem consent

Alice will you snip my skin again?
in your hand those
curly scissors made for twisting

i wriggle
bereft,
left
with
less
breathe wide

relax
spread the ribs

and their cartilage

i want to
float
in wonderland
again
with
the other
ribboned victims

BODIES, bodies, b o d i e s

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WOW ISN’T THAT SO DEPRESSING

When you walk with me
do you care to look where you put your feet,
or just stay laced within my limbs?
Find your dreams have space beneath

I’ll stop you from tripping

Trust in the guidance of my lead
and shed uncertainty
into the deepest pit of your memory

Now what do you remember of me?
Just the ovular curve to my wrist, probably
Just the knowing nerves of leering ecstacy
and the warmth of my body against everything

Hands on my hips we’re going up a level here
Skip up this step and catch my postured lips there
rolling our spines around patches of flare
we weave circles and kiss, each time with less care

Do you feel the wind between your friends?
It’s a shame you never really got to say goodbye then
Of course, you won’t realise this recollection
Just keep skipping towards the green pastureland approaching

SHE BARELY KNOWS HIM

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IMMEDIATELY INTIMATE

running towards the edge with no sense of how high
the fall
rushing winds and widening soil beckon your arrival

blushing inwards and holding devastations inside
they fall
from the corpse that stains the floor of this crystal castle

some of your guts have worked their way far up
the walls
and there isn’t really any much more to you than entrails

consider the distance
how much trouble it’s caused
and what the rest could really entail

IMMEDIATELY INTIMATE

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THERE ARE OTHERS TOO

burning bridesmaids & their candle wick plaits
a sunken hearse
a hug for your grandmother to slip fingers in her purse

turning eyes away from her, when she tells you loneliness hurts
back to wicker wood flats, with faulty electric outlets

a drunken first, young girl turns down a street in next weeks’ news
where a reader concludes the printed words were just the work of the length of her skirt

someone you actually knew
who despite all you didnt do still tied their neck into a noose and
left earth

when do you want me to walk forwards?
when do you want me to drop the ruse?
when do you want me to fall through the
floorboards so to lay down beside them too?

i’ll follow your orders
whatever direction you choose
because your pretty promises – forewords of renewal –
are all i can taste amidst the waste my brain chews
still i’ve thought worse
so just wait to resume
intimacy in recluse
whilst you talk me down from these truths

THERE ARE OTHERS TOO

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YOURS TRULY,
BO