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I don't write. I create.

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.

Inspired by Alice
You cut my time to get to know her.
You advertised how she saved you when I don’t recall her presence during your darkest times.
Crow was correct when he said, ‘Off with their heads.’

Like acid, you burn through me
Like a guillotine you behead me
Like a throne, you scream entitlement
Like a message, you annoy me
Like memories you stalk me
Like feelings, you pester me
Like a liar, you lie.
Like a user, you surface when you’re in need.
Like this post, you seek attention and validity.
Doll Face
Perfect hair.
Dazzling smile.
Vibrant eyes.
Peachy cheeks.
Call her pretty, call her sweet.
Sugar and spice and everything nice
But that’s overused clichés.
All of the above.
The piercing of my gum started a few days ago.
New hole you made and pushed through baring your head.
Ouch!
You’re huge and annoying.
When will you leave me alone?
Like the storm, be gone! Be gone!
Wise wisdom be gone!
I visited the super-market and could not buy:
I have visited the super-market every-day since March 17 2020
It is disheartening each time I visit, nothing is available…Knowing that people across the United Kingdom have stock-piled through sheer greed!
#ThanksForNothing
Empty
I’ve never felt so alone, through the meat to my bones, I’ve never felt so empty.
I feel like I reside on the wall inside art by Dali.
Yet, here I hang alone in an empty gallery. No eyes on me.
21 days isolation, extended on Friday I bet.
Although, betting is futile in a world of social-distancing. My purse remains untouched.

Alone.
Unknown, I cry and think.
Alone.
Deep in the center of the forest, I bleed.
Alone.
Blood nourishes the roots of the trees around me.
Alone.
My thoughts are inside me.
Alone.
No one knows I’m here
…waiting for you.
Important.
Irrelevant.
Forgotten.
Who are you?
Fuck you.
Crow sits upon their bookshelf next to a copy of Alice in Wonderland.
Unique is currently in bed, stressed.

Please Stop
Emailing.
Calling.
Texting.
Corresponding.
Breathing.
‘Indoors, indoors, indoors!’
‘Crow, it’s for the benefit of all.’
‘Indoors, indoors, no more!’
‘Crow, it’s for the good of human-kind.’
‘Indoors, indoors, I hate these walls.’
‘Crow, you picked the colour, remember from before?’
The little blackbird ruffles his feathers in his spot on the corner of their kitchen table. He looks longingly out of the window and snarls, ‘Fucking panic-buyers, there wasn’t any chicken nuggets left!’ Unique turns off the saucepan that now has heated baked-beans, mushrooms and onions inside. ‘Crow, we’ll be fine. We have chickpea-chick’n for tomorrows dinner.’
‘Indoors, indoors, indoors! No more indoors, no more.’
Unique serves up two bowls of mashed potatoes, beans, mushrooms, onions and a sprinkle of sesame seeds. Places the dishes onto the table, Crow grumbles and whispers, ‘I wanted roast chicken!’ Unique rubs his left cheek and prompts him to try his first meat-free meal.
Crow and Unique are sleeping.
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