

DebrisThere are four wallsDebris
And a floor and a roof Trapped in a shoebox Claustrophobia
Scattered around her body Are Kleenex and paper
And jewellery box music Kneeling
As the tempo starts to rise There is a drum beat deep within her She can hear the blood in her veins Voices
A orchestral catastrophe She jumps in humiliation Ripping with her fingernails
Debris


Whenever I May Find HimFor Poppy, Whenever I May Find HimWhenever I May Find Him
“Have you ever loved someone so much? That it hurts When you know that they’re fading away Little by little And you can see them fade Watch them lose a little bit of life Everyday”
We walked hand in hand Your hand felt old and callused But full of life Like they’d never die And we talked about things Like the mint leaves And the Japanese gardens that adorned The pathway Then we sat on the train And counted down the stations Until we came home
Home was Nanna’s smell Her


Pressed FlowersPress me. Like little flowers. In a book.Pressed Flowers
I still keep my scent. But I change in shape. I’m small and fragile. You think it’s great.
Press me. Like little flowers. In a book.
I’m still so dainty. The rain would blow me. I’d fall as I often do. Into your arms.
Press me. Like little flowers. In a book.
When sadness comes. Like a flower. I wilt slowly and fade. Suddenly I’m not here anymore.
Press me. Like little flowers. In a book.
Greyscale Butterfly
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