i don't know what i'm thinking
in the purple
& the black
& the perfect figure
i don't trust; i don't believe a word you say
picture postcard tale of a wind swept cafe
here with the tea scalding me through
singeing my skin
and singing
singing in the drizzle
& the pigeons
& the sinister
wreckage of amusements long gone
how are you taking this? skin warm through fabric,
moistening... nettles stinging above our heads
lay me down my coat as a blanket
i'm not sure what you think of me now
& the wine red & white flushing on and off like blood
flowing under the skin
& the noise of it all clamouring in my ears
i clench my teeth around cigarettes & a duvet that is
not my own....
****** *** *
feel there must be something behind this.... peel,
peel the layers away. scarlet surrounding me
flesh bright white against black the smell of
cannabis draws me in... and i'm touched, touched by the
movement springing under the skin.
the words i wrote on the wall have all been washed away
trace my spine undulating and i flinch away
feel there must be something behind this.... peel,
peel the layers away. scarlet surrounding me
flesh bright white against black the smell of
cannabis draws me in... and i'm touched, touched by the
movement springing under the skin.
the words i wrote on the wall have all been washed away
trace my spine undulating and i flinch away
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