Monthly Archives: April 2015

The Haemorrage Unremembered


I am the sighs
Between your words.
The grammar
Of the underworld.

The thousand little fingers
Clawing the back of your skull.

I sprout between the synapses
Of the memories you’ve forgotten:
The swirling skirt
Of the dancing girl;
The child you could’ve begotten.

I am the tear, entombed,
in the wrinkle of your cheek.
The leaking heart
Of the distant past;
the dreams you never seek.

I am
the internal bleeding
of your brittle bones.
That unvisited cut
on your invisible soul.

And
Snip
Snip
Snip
You are cutting so fast.

And
Drip
Drip
Drip
You fall far away.

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