Friday 12 November 2010

Winter

i

She should be melting right now
Left only with armfuls of nothing
as the ice returns to liquid state

Twisted [sic] spelling; crumble, shatter
Frozen words; glistening
Never ignored
Too cold for the thaw
Frost still crisp and crackling
underfoot; under heart
Breathe; burned blue
Drifting, cover; vitreous vision still
Glacial movement; cold stasis
behind a favourite pair of shades
Exorcism of shivering, crystal excuses
and glacial lies; toothache
Make it quick
[sic]
[sic]
[sic]
of riddles


ii

A message
in glorious technicolour
She cried
didn't want it; go away

Don't look at me
Don't talk to me
Don't ask me
Don't love me
Stay the fuck away from me

The roller coaster looped
futility became normal

She's walking past the field
to a table she knows will hurt soon enough
a meeting; putting her hand on the hot stove again
except this one is cold
frozen enough to burn
the hot/cold pain is the same

Drunken misdeeds
Hedonistic lies
Trying to find a level that wasn't so high
or low
or cold
or hot
warm; slightly underneath the middle

She tried to love him
He didn't love himself

Failure
She throws it out
He slams the door




iii


She builds the wall again
with the love in her soul
If she didnt care
Would she cement the bricks 
so many times over?

She is desperate not to let anything through
ever; She cannot care again

Read: Lilith Panics
Read: Lilith is now an Island
DON'T read: "You and ya island need to float this way a bit"

The iceberg will melt and stop drifting
And warm sand will appear beneath her
punctuated with hard fossil and solid granite
that no one will ever penetrate again



iv

This is the last time she will cry; the last time she will think 
The last time that she will ever admire Winter's Frost in that way
She may embrace it again; but the tears are frozen forever


SRWB 2010



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