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5am

A mirage of a spider scales your bare back,

Peroxide bursts your plastic skin,

You cling inside a curtain, among wet tiles;

Where lime mould bleeds from bruised grout.

Mould fed the flies, now stuck in time; immobile on the ceiling from summer’s decline.

Crimson water spirals,

Drags your feet into the plug of black oblivion,

You scream to be free,

Scream not to repeat,

Repeat not; until your feet are safely entwined upon the seashell towelling bathmat.

Your mind dissipates like a phantom, like condensation,

Exhaled on a broken mirror,

You wipe your breath clear, you mutter vaguely,

Did I lock the door?

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Memoir of Mrs Coral Edwards

08/09/1932, 12 Brinkley Place

This house is unsettled, now that you’re gone. Its corridors, once stage sets to our stifling dramas, now shiver with dejection. Its walls, once listeners of our wicked quarrels, now echo the same words over like a maddening amplifier. I can only scream with the hope that it will dowse the uproar in my head. I know that this house pines for your return. I believe it feeds on our conflicts. I’m here alone, Noah, and I’m ever so afraid.

©2013.alittlebirdtweets

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Anna

It’s four in the morning, and I’m sat in this room of gloom, eyeing pictures of you, of us. The rain clouts against my window, violent yet so soothing. I stroll to the door with my head tilted like a broken doll because I sense you standing in the hallway. The door creaks open, and there you are my love, with those dark eyes of yours; the ones I fell into. I run to you but you run from me, and I can only scream, urge you to return, but you are gone. Then I remember that time has slipped by; almost a year has passed. The panic subsides, yet the pain lingers on. Your voice calls from outside and I wander towards the lake, where I sense you. The front door of the house bashes in the wind, and I leave it behind, allowing silence to envelope me as I walk. And again I remember that time has slipped by; almost a year has passed. I’m at the edge of the lake but you are not here. Where are you? Don’t you want to exchange conversation with me? Don’t you remember us laughing that night, when the sun melted into the sky? Don’t you miss me? I sink to the ground, and my heart can take no more. He played games with the one that loved him. I slide into the water. The coolness soothes my soul, my mind; and slowly I sink into darkness, and I am gone.

©2012.alittlebirdtweets

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