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Neon
Tag: poetry
Snug
Snug as a butterfly in a cocoon about to break free.
Like
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
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.
Toothache
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!
Empty
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.
Silence
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.
Crossing the Water – Sylvia Plath. Read by Unique ASMR
You are So
Important.
Irrelevant.
Forgotten.
Who are you?
Fuck you.
Unique’s Anxiety
Crow sits upon their bookshelf next to a copy of Alice in Wonderland.
Unique is currently in bed, stressed.
Please Stop!
Please Stop
Emailing.
Calling.
Texting.
Corresponding.
Breathing.
Mirror – Sylvia Plath – Read by Unique
Lockdown
‘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.
Bed time
Crow and Unique are sleeping.
Crows Theology by Ted Hughes – Read by Unique
Crow: The Fakery
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Pain Pleasure Payback
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Red
Red was the colour of my period when the first drop landed on your bed.
Brown was the colour on your white sheets, as you shouted at me, at red.
Red was the colour of your blood, on the white parts of your white sheets.
My vagina does not like discrimination.
The monologue is clear.
Blended
The art to mix two is an art only a Master can muster before man.
I won’t lie to the watchers.
I’ll lie to fakers.
They want to know how I created this tiny heartbeat.
I told them, ‘from my baby toe, I tapped into a plug and shocked a new beat.’
I mixed madness into sanity and called it life.
I’ll always love you.
You’ll always be my baby…
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