Monday, 28 March 2011

Flower Looked Through My Window

That summer flower looked through my window

I was cold

My dancer's body, skin close to bone

A face on a stem

The noises at night

Bed cold and sharp as my limbs cut into it

Voices I'd lay and wait for

Stay in my head in day time jeering

Ground and air rough around me

Only pain keeping me awake

If I fell no one would save me

I had to save myself

And if I fell I would break

Then time to lay again

The outside got in

Crowd buzzing inside

Through holes as I was fading

How could I eat

With a belly closed and sour with anger

If it was vanity that would be easy

As you look through foggy eyes

Listen to me

Just let me sleep.


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