Sunday, 25 March 2012


It wasn't brave
Or confessional
Or nerve touching
Here is why:
Because of hands on eyes
Because of eyes on window
Because of window as bent mirror;
(a spineless, gormless god)
Because to take it back
Was to leave a cavity
Of deafening drums
And because those beautiful, bruised tears
Were just like ink

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