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Naturalsolar kisses on my neck, my parched backNatural by Curiousvirga
to my origins. i've turned to face the moon
and her herd of grey-eyed stars, sent to me
in a tight parcel, laced with your unspoken promises.
you should have used real paper.
ice-speak, i've learnt to talk
it to startling levels. you give it in sickly layers
covered with sweet-smelling soil, makes me dark
with all the dirt, softened with misunderstandings.
i need an escape from you, and your heart.
paper flowers line those fields now,
like vigilantes, perhaps from another time.
desperate, i clutch at the ground, i rip your soil
emblazoned still, with the sun
my fingers dig, i reach through the earth,
i want to understand it like you do,
please teach me
teach it to me until you've forgotten it all
i can tell you now, i found a pair of wings
underneath all of that sad, sad soil,
spattered with tears, as i stare to my new tourniquets
Student at University of Lincoln, Fine Art, second year fresher type situatin. |
University induced mental breakdowns: 12
Laundry done by my mother: 8 loads
Shopping done by my mother: 6 times
Life skills learned: 0
Amount of times my boyfriend has yelled at me for having no life skills: Lost count.