I have a backpack, and inside I packed: A black A4 2020 diary, a hippy print diary, pack of sanitary towels enclosed in a floral pouch, pack of spicy noodles, four highlighters, one blue pen, two red pens, one black pen that has run out of ink, a 50th birthday card, half-eaten cheese sandwich, hairbrush, a book by Chuck Palahniuk, a beige glasses case with green glasses enclosed, iPad, overused iPad charger, hand cream, a tub of basil and tomato pasta-bake, cherry flavoured Carmex, a tiny wooden duck named Jane, a bottle of water, a pack of Biscoff biscuits, a used PostIt note some random guys number barely legible and a jar of hope.
Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain
Currently
I’m covered in skin.
Why Do You?
Why do you fall over and expect someone to help you up?
Why do you drink whisky from a mug and not a glass?
Why do you think about me when you’re lonely?
Why do you think about me when you’re cold?
Why do you think about me, as if I exist? I died a thousand hours ago.
Cherry
Cherry in my smoothies.
Cherry on my lips.
Cherry kisses for my new love.
My new love…
The sweet sensations you deliver to me, through conversation and genuine talk.
Cherries in hand, a squeeze or two with you.
Cherry.
My future love he exists.
My heart is healing from fake love in the near past.
Love is near.
Cherry.
I Pray
I pray that you get everything I could not give to you.
I pray that you do well.
I pray for you.
Crow cackles in the short distance, and out he coughs ‘Liar, liar! Atheist! Atheist.’
His sapphire blue eyes turn fiery red, and he flies down and lands on Unique’s head.
She’s kneeling at the grave of a love that never existed, for she pays her respects. But Crow cheers her for being a hypocrite.
Atheist! He caws before landing on the fresh mount of dirt.
‘Here lies a foolish man who is now home to my snacks, worms and maggots and the odd juicy rat!’
A fake tear falls from the right eye of Unique. Crow turns quickly, and it lands on his beak.
‘I love you, Unique.’
Can we Bend Tomorrow?
Hey friend! How are you today?
I wonder if you could help me, please?
I have this idea that transpired from an arm stretch, and I wish to bend tomorrow.
I want it to curve and wrap itself around me, as I know it will be tremendous and meshed into the sea.
Tonight I’ll pick five stars from our wealthy universe; I’ll ground them with my elbows and sprinkle them all over your house.
Join me now.
Textin’ Textin’
I’m not texting anyone.
I’m sitting in silence on an empty field, staring into the clouds. My eyes are swimming away through the blue skies.
I feel my phone vibrate, but I’m a feeling in disguise.
Sugar
Sugar poured through my DMs with offerings of joy and money.
Sugar said, ‘Unique, I want you!’
Sugar said, ‘decide now or never?’
I licked my lips and pondered about sending sexy pics. But how many pairs of boobs are available on Google?
Sugar sprinkled around my DMs offered sweet talk but no therapy.
I deleted his messages.
Deep-throat
For hours upon hours, I called out for Crow.
No answer, no sounds nothing at all.
A recluse most of the time, I tend to stay inside.
But outside I venture and find Crow coming up out of the throat of Mrs Bullington. Covered in bile and seeds, out came his little head.
He said, ‘Unique, Unique, she had taken the last Rolo!’
A Day
Goes by and eventually a week turns into forever.
Precious
I’m precious don’t touch me.
I tried
To love you before.
Influence Me Bitch
Dress up, because dressing down is impossible for you.
Pose for the cam.
Post on the gram.
Hashtag I am and credit yourself as a somebody.
Surrounded by opportunity, I do not envy you.
Influence me bitch and live your life as a star.
Back Then
Unique wanted to become a Scientist.
A Singer.
A Chef.
A Cashier.
A Lawyer.
A Teacher.
A Manager.
A Coach.
A Fashion Designer.
A Vet.
A Shop Keeper.
A writer.
Unique wanted to become a Writer.
I said a Writer.
Unique wanted to become a Writer.
For You
I’ll always be here.
I’ll always answer.
I’ll always listen.
I’ll always wait.
I’ll always offer.
I’ll always wonder.
One Day
I’ll tell you everything.
I
I want to cut you.
With a knife I own, you wouldn’t know, but it has serrated edges.
I want to cut you from the corner of your left eye, down to the right side of your lips.
I love your smile.
Snug
Snug as a butterfly in a cocoon about to break free.
Gone
That day was then.
You opened her up.
She’s gone now.
Gone, but forever remembered by you.
Gone because of you.
Stop asking about her.
She’s gone.
Gut Feeling
Gut feeling
I’m not a toy.
I’m not your mother.
I’m not your wife.
I’m not your friend.
I’m not your keeper.
I’m not your counsellor.
I’m not your mentor.
I’m not your father.
I’m not your pet.
Unlike them, I don’t give a fuck about you.
Crow chimes the clock tower in the event of your demise.
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