Tuesday, 17 November 2015

The hard nights

She had forgotten
the thud
of unwanted thoughts
and clattering
of forgotten memories
imprisoned wails
escape her lips
and a tear
finds it's path
over oily skin,
She regresses
Clutching hands
over her chest
foetal on
virtuous sheets
in sweet blackness
promise the end
encourage light
she can't see
further than
the end
of her nose.

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