Atlas
He needs to give me some tips
cos I’m faltering.
I wanna push it off and start again but
its getting heavier
soon I’ll be 5ft and not 5, 4.
Atlas
He needs to give me some tips
cos I’m faltering.
I wanna push it off and start again but
its getting heavier
soon I’ll be 5ft and not 5, 4.
Emma
She is too dangerous,
that shit can get you in a lot of trouble
if I had been smart enough I wouldn’t have tried to be her
but to be fair
I think I was just that bit better than her
Night 5, 6, 7 or 8 or 9
It doesn’t matter what night it is
they are all currently the same
same duvet, same pillow same Fiona.
i just wish i couldn’t hear her speak,
she tells me things i long to hear but are just too scared to listen to.
Night One
Your face is puffy
you smell the pillow
and your nose hurts
sleep is tiring
Untitled
New nail varnish
Different hair colour
New season
Same situation
Little skinnier
Burnt orange
Give me my chocolate raisins
My oven, your fox
The suns gone down
And im saying
Flick the switch and pass me a match
This gas oven has been waiting too long
And I don’t give a shit about your ‘thought fox’
Hiding Tides
The waves teased me with their froth
Motioning for me to come in
The white spit jumped in the air and
Made the crashing look fun
I wanted to lap the sands
And run alongside the horizon
Looking up the suns skirt
And stick my middle finger up at the moon
You are not in control, even if I make
You believe that you are
The sun crept so quick behind that rock
Only the hair could be seen
And I had missed her by
The time I looked back around.
Lighthouses
Lighthouses warn you
When you get too close to the rocks
I don’t think she was working
When I went by
Young buck
You chased me in a
Skin of a Stag
And I liked it
I did pretend to dad I didn’t
I ran as fast as I could
Well, as fast as I could in heels
You raced through the bracken
And jumped over the branches
And caught me by my skirt
CUT!
That’s a wrap.
Water Babies
sometimes you feel like you are drowning
especially if you have drowned before
but you are not
it’s your imagination
like the waves weren’t really there
you put them there
and you prayed to ‘whoever’ that they would cover you over
air wouldn’t fill your lungs anymore, just water
and when you realised things weren’t that bad it was too late.
it’s not
just keep swimming