Claire Keane
trying on a metaphor
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Not today Justin
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if i look back, i am lost
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@graspingghosts
(Today) I made a cup of tea then poured it out. I thought about how wasteful it was and felt ashamed of myself. I made another cup to make up for the last. I didn’t like it at all. (Today) I don’t know. I was lost and alone. I ate too much or not at all. I paced up and down the hall and yelled at barking dogs. (Today) I didn’t have anyone to call.
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I dance alone in the middle of the night on a dirty wooden floor; wearing bright pink socks and paint-splattered clothes, I am a nuisance to the neighbours and I’m a mess;
a form composed of paintbrushes, ink blotches, crumpled paper and unfinished sketches. Sometimes I wonder how I’ve gotten charcoal on fresh linens.
Oh, I am a mess but this mess is mine and it is beautiful.
it is a bottomless pit; this anger, this loneliness and no matter what you throw in it, it will never fill. The fire that burns at the bottom spits you out. How much could possibly be left?
We took the clocks, the prophecies they uttered, off the walls but they are forever present in the recesses of my mind. Ticking, ticking, ticking.
(And the hourglass runs out)
I love; I have loved and I have moved on. (I destruct and reconstruct parts of me.)
I have given and given and have been taken from. (Sometimes I wonder what is left of me.)
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Your absence shatters me.
My dear, did I not warn you that I am made of porcelain?
I long to be close to you but you are so very far away from here. Please, come home as soon as you can because the day becomes another and the nights become longer again.
(Come back to bed)
I drink coffee, sat alone at a tiny café table whilst listening to children laugh as their shoes echo against wet cobblestone. I watch the scenes play out in front of me, some for the first, some for the last. I love you’s are exchanged between a touch and a glance. I smile at the awkward first date and the tender love affair.
But the streetlamps are dim and flickers of light are seen from the corner of my eye speaking in morse code: I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.
(My coffee is cold)
I think loneliness has been carved into my skin. I think I’m bleeding sorrow and my bandages are composed of cotton teeth sunken into my flesh holding that which is left of me in its mouth.
Tonight, I will finally let myself die. And oh, what sweet dreams the Gods will give to me instead of the nightmares that haunt the living.
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The tears I cry fall from your eyes and it is then that I realized in deep adoration, my tears are no longer my own.
In every moment that you hold me close, wrap me in your heartbeat and whisper your love to me, you envelope my bones in anti-gravity, lace and tighten the bandages around my self-inflicted wounds in silent reassurance and it reminds me that when I’m drowning, you’re there to pull me out even when I can’t call for help...
--And I think maybe he is art but maybe I am colorblind.
And in you, I have found everlasting hope...
--It’s that feeling; when you’re really tired and everything seems to be moving in slow motion but the people and cars are passing you by at top speed and you keep wondering why you’re the only one stuck stagnant and still in the in-between...
(What it feels like to die)
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I stumble down the darkened hallway, wood beneath my bloody feet, my hand on the wall or the railing [without eyes] to see, and I think to myself: “How the hell have I gotten here?”
Everything withers; lovers and friends
(I think I saw you again)