20:111 Body ripped apart and painted between layers on the doorway. Nothing more than an annoyance that will soon be forgotten, as your immortalised corpse watches life pass through day after day, after day…
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20:110 Tip toe as you sleep, breathe quietly, pretend not to exist. Perhaps you no longer do outside this house, in a new purgatory called furlough. Do you want to leave it? Back to a job of bitchy comments and demands? No, but do I have a purpose here? Or have I already been forgotten.Continue reading “Poem idea”
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20:109 The world has begun to move again, with covered faces and scowling, judgemental stares. Why are you still stationary? Why doesn’t the world want you back? Stir crazy in your cave, but comfortable with your expanding form, as you grow to hate the world, and yourself.
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20:108 Content smile at the sound of your snores, losing time as I gaze at your sleeping face. My chest so full of warmth that you exist for me, with a small flutter of fear at the thought of our mortal status. Capture these moments with a sneaky snap on my mobile, so I canContinue reading “Poem idea”
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20:107 I don’t know why these thoughts cross my mind, especially in my happy life, but they do. I imagine drinking bleach, or spraying bug killer down my throat, and my husband coming home to find my corpse. A life he loves more than his own gone before him. Or do I flatter myself tooContinue reading “Poem idea”
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20:106 The empty right-side of the bed has been piled with books, devices, creams and stuffed toys. Anything to distract from the absence of the man who should be occupying it. Does it work? No. None of these things breathe the way he does.
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20:105 War between relief and anxiety at my reprieve from adult work. Relief for the break, the breather, the chance to rest and catch up on activities that soothe my soul… Anxiety that, in the end, they’ll realise I’m not needed, and my world will be taken away and cast into a void I canContinue reading “Poem idea”
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20: 104 We’ve changed our minds, about the day’s start. It will begin now at 19:36, let your phones chime with app updates, daily poems, daily news. No need to finish the day, after all, what would you really have accomplished in those four hours? Better to start a-new, now, and make your day useful.
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20:103 Too late in life, you experience real love… Already tied together with a husband and children, sucking away any identity you once had. Too late in life you met him, and experienced the joys of being selfish, being someone other than Wife, other than Mother. Too late in life, you planned to be togetherContinue reading “Poem idea”
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20: 102 Skulking while you’re sleeping. In the same room but separated into two different worlds of dreams and wakefulness. Can we meet in the in-between? Can you sense me still here, watching from where you left me alone, skulking. Perhaps another me is there with you, comforting and loving, while I remain here, bringingContinue reading “Poem idea”
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