Saturday 10 October 2009

1989.

Her Birthday
A piece i completed while using influence from 'phobia's'. This is my second draft which still needs to be edited.


As she lays looking up at the ceiling,
dust collected in her mouth,
parted like an envelope, one side sticky and the other soft,
posted to Japan.

Bloody eyes and dirty nails,
he kissed her skin, surface crawling.
Under the pink bedsheets that smelt of violet drops
and candy floss.

She lies in her death bed alone and confused.
The white lilly's collected around her neck,
a party for the bumblebee's that stung her to death,
under the blossom tree in the summer of 89.

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