87.

Outside of my body, watching myself
devour eyelashes, reach for a glass

Oh, please –
you have always been obsessive
when you’re running on empty

Leave me be –
in other heartless winters
I might have
but in a chilled July, no

I can live without empty beds
without another soul
wilfully destroying mine

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s