Hannah Elizabeth

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By Dacre Montgomery

Somehow,

It’s always in bed,

And sleep.

In night waking with a fright.

Washed over like splashes of boiling water singeing my skin.

Where have I been?

To a place far away and some clandestine bay.

Visions of grandeur turned delusions of something that I was supposed to obey.

A lifestyle, a code,

An ode.

So stealthy through the night my conscience wakes with a fright.

Words uttered before resounding on the walls.

Paper-thin and yet no noise gets in.

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The silence makes me quiver.

Pin dropped on the floor, the cold floor, the pin dropped.

I cannot see it anymore.

Disguised amongst the marble mask or stretched out on the floor.

That flutter, stutter in my belly butter goes,

Only for a moment.

I cannot ride with this fear on my back,

Feel the cords go slack.

6 miles out and 2 from heart attack.

Static static stop motion.

Feeling every beat in this poisonous potion.

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Run, run, run.

Wick’s lit.

This is it.

Spread apart anaesthetised.

Numb by separation and incantation of things to come.

Ratchet and rink.

It’s insane how much is in this tank.

Colloquialisms of pain at the forefront of my brain.

A jelly floats moved with the tides electric pulses keeping a body of water and water alive.

Looming over the edge.

2 fingers and a thumb, in a pledge.

Burrow deep.

Borrowed sleep.

3 things that you have to do.

Live.

Love

Die.

By Dacre Montgomery

Under the skylight,

In the fading light,

Light.

Weightlessness sucked me up.

Wishing I didn’t feel so heavy and covered in muck.

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Eyes heavy,

The suitcases are full, but my pockets are empty.

Torn.

Sporadic,

Staccato motion.

My veins pump in and out.

Like the ocean.

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The memory is so softly packaged.

Lean down and listen,

To the faint heartbeat.

Can smell your soul aching and your cologne fading.

My stomach flipped.

Butterflies eclipse.

It is a thing.

It is a funny thing to feel your stomach right into your spleen.

Cheers met,

Sounds of clinking glasses as the sun sets.

~

Home.

Triangle roof,

Comfortable booth.

Feng Shui oozes the smell of Vermouth.

Trying not to idolise too much.

Swimming in your pool

But not putting you on a pedestal.

Petty, ready,

Steady,

Go.

To be recognised for one’s true self.

Past the façade and all that marmalade sugar covered business that can be distracting business.

Past the cars,

Seen up and over and through all of the stars.

I’ve sipped from your cup,

But now I’m stuck, and I don’t know when to give up.

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Mud.

Sweat.

Teeth.

Tears.

Goosebumps rippled across my skin.

Felt like nothing else mattered.

I didn’t know where to begin.

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He bled,

He fled.

And he stopped.

And no sleep came as they danced.

Dancing in the form he took,

For a moment or two,

For a day,

Or two in June.

The heat came in waves and staved off their sweat.

And broke an intense bet.

Not to love.

Man made myth. 

Man made legend.

Man made himself king.

Man made himself God,

And man killed man.

~

Strung him up,

Upon a cross.

He wakes in the middle of the night and his heart begins to fight with his mind.

The world shifts sand on a dune blows past and cuts like a knife,

and then hits.

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You can only stretch the truth so far before you no longer have control over the car.

Fallacy became reality, reality became sanity, sanity strain strain strained.

To maintain, his head.

Head was an atlas.

Atlas broke his spine and then it broke his mind.

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I’m listening to the desert, but I’m not there.

There is far from here.

You are far from here.

Dopamine.

Produce too much, couldn’t let go of the high, was too high to say goodbye.

To the things, we had before they went.

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My body is so spent.

Dripping sweat, kitchen sink, blood on my teeth.

Aching minds, splitting skulls, sleepless nights.

Trying to quell.

Quell what I got.

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God given energy.

Lifeforce pumping through my bloodstream.

Red blood cells clot.

Stop.

It was all tangled in one place.

Nowhere to go, the pace has slowed.

Heartbeat stops.

A ticking clock.

Three cuckoos pass the cuckoo clock.

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Stop.

Drop.

And roll.

Rolling from the fire, the fire is desire.

The desire is you.

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I was selfish to a point, two years past ‘03.

Then I met you.

And it was you and me.

Bound hip,

Heart and hand.

Hand in hand, hand in the sand on a beach.

A mission in Cabana.

Havana, Havana, Havana.

And a cigar.

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Tobacco is the smell of fire.

On your clothes, in you pores, it stores and stays.

Ringing in your ears outside a club, I can’t hear you, but I can see.

Clearly.

We eat, we fuck, we sleep.

Sleeping for the first time in a week.

Merged energy.

Energy is a collaboration three rings bound,

Without a sound.

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Maleficent beauty.

Blonde cheeks.

Cheeks and then begins to speak.

Splitting sound.

Voice like butter baking a cake, three parts desire,

One part fire.

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TLC, TLC.

No man created me.

Me is not form for society sake.

Not a pin-up.

Not a hunk, not junk.

And I’ve been sinking, sinking.

But I’m afloat now,

Jumping off the boat.

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Two rhymes,

Sixteen bars,

A moment in time.

To free, to speak, to seek.

Seek guidance.

Water and spiders.

Spiders spying a spider.

Spiders inside of her,

Like a black hole.

~

Pasted and jaded.

Time has flown by

And memories faded.

It’s hard to walk, it’s hard to breathe.

It’s hard to talk.

The fallacy you made myth.

I turn legend.

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It was all a lie from the beginning, I ain’t no legend.

You weren’t born.

C-Section, cut from the stomach of an IVF virgin turned myth, turned legend.

The world knows,

The world sees.

The world heralds a king.

And destroys the child.  

~

Man made myth.

Man made legend.

Man made himself king.

Man made himself God,

and man killed man.      

By Dacre Montgomery

Land to sea,

Salt crust, high tea.

Twentieth day,

Thirty-three short.

Seeing you I came up short.

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The day I met you, started like this.

I had not yet discovered bliss.

Blissfully awaiting that fateful date.

Cruise through new streets,

Wide open tarmac.  

Leather back,

Youk trees, birds, seas.

Take me back so I can hold it.

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It is time,

Fine like sand.

It dances and falls through my hand.

Take me back so I can feel it.

Feel meeting a stranger.

I remember, is it the first house?

Houses one, two or three.

That one,

With white walls and green arches.

That one with a softness in its garden.

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Tyres stop,

Engine hot.

Hands on the wheel and time stood still.

And then rushed forward.

The western sun spilt shadows across your lawn.

White door opened and I saw a perfect form.

‘Twas you.

I kept poised, profile forward.

Scared.

Can she see me?

My ifs and buts came to a halt,

Your hand cradled the door and then a jolt.

Open.

I saw your bronze skin in the door opening and in.

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Leg first, white skirt.

Softening.

Without a word,

Without flirting you sank in.

Seats like buckets flowing over the brim.

Then ‘twas you.

Poised, profile forward.

Scared?

No.

You turn and you look me through.

I had never seen someone like you.

You pierced me in daggers of blue.

Topaz forest with a trillion cut edges.

The pressures of life, a four-sided diamond.

Earth’s rarest at a mere six inches from my ear.

Then she spoke.

Without a joke,

Or a moment of fear.

Though destiny had shown me her face,

I was stopped and stammered in this place.

I drove forward, not knowing exactly where it was,

Exactly that I was going to be going.

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We travel through the day,

Making our way up the brown lines of the earth.

Exploring many areas,

Some new, some old.

We eat, bold.

Eyes locked in an unfamiliar mould.

I can’t peel away.

Like an orange citrus cracking under the pressure.

No.

You’re more like a sweet peach.

Nothing to measure.

Except sweet,

When our eyes meet.

To ask.

To wonder.

To fall.

What a day.

What a first day it has been,

For you and me.

~

Land to sea,

Salt crust, high tea.

Twentieth day,

Thirty-three short.

Seeing you I came up short.

~

The day I met you, ended like this.

I turned to you and I put my hand on yours.

It was smooth like silk,

Warm like bed.

I softened and moved towards your head.

I proclaim my desire like a Shakespearean fable.

And then after merely a moment,

I put everything on the table.

We kissed.

It was simple, it was bliss.

You had me.

My heart was in your hand,

Before you could even understand.

~

You’re a map,

Evil right up your back.