I hardened myself
Doused myself in liquid concrete
Scrubbed the softness until I was raw
Used sand for soap and stones for water
Anything to be more like you
So your words couldn’t hurt anymore
And now I'm stuck
A shell of a person
Washed up on a beach far away
Waiting for my soul to become as hard as my body
I need to be wrapped. Tight. In the white-starched sheets Of a funeral parlour. I’ll lay Silent and still With small wet breaths....
‘The silence was heavy with eternity’ (Rose Tremain, Sacred Country) The room vibrated an empty sound, My fingers brushed the thin new...
I’m your online operator. A ‘surgeon simulator’ if you will. A single, white-gloved finger eradicating earthly ills. Specimens on my wall...
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