Her Poetry: Thief

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Thief

Pebbles ground up,

Around your neck,

As we lie in a twist

Of sea air

 

Forgotten myself

In the clasp of now

My face is a blur,

In my muddled up hair

 

The water creeps up

And bites at my feet

Is it cold?

It’s frozen, not there

 

My life in a box

Was wrenched from my side

I notice, too late

Do I care?

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Her Poetry: The Shade

Shade

The Shade

Pin me down against the shade
Your eyes like holes they take and take
They sap the liquid from my tongue
The lamplight down, the blisters come

I know your name your name is mine
I know your game I know the time
I know it’s fixed, set to implode
I know the floor, the ceiling’s low

I grab the rope you pull back tight
The safety shore cuts out the light
The safety shore is filled with clay
It sets a mould and here I stay

Reaching up I grab at clouds
They shrink to dust and then the sound of
Thunder shudders up my spine
The stars disperse, then realign

My pupils bolder needing more
Summon strength to leave the floor
I’ll pin you down against the shade
My eyes like holes they take and take.

Her Poetry: OCD

OCD

OCD

Sometimes I look in the mirror

And don’t like what I see

My external self is so changeable

Yet I’ve looked the same since I called myself me

 

The difficulty I have

Isn’t with the skin, hair and teeth

It’s with my unchanging attitude;

My need to perfect and be perfect.

 

I’m doing it now as I write this

Criticising the way that I think

If it’s in me to scrutinize, to poke and to sneer

Then I guess I’m just trying to make myself clear

 

By failing to accept my flaws

I’m simply staying true to myself

Embracing the part that rejects the imperfections

And scathing all that’s imperfect.