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Painkiller

Painkiller

 

This world is brutal in its bitter way,

destroying beauty, tarnishing the good,

Hurting the carers, harming those who would

do better with their lives each passing day -

those who, despite all that the doctors say,

take back some control – if only they could

get up from where they drown beneath the flood

of good intentions. So today I pray:

when you’re hu...

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Head In Hands

Head In Hands

 

when I bring my hands

to my face

the heels fit precisely

into the sockets of my eyes…

 

my thumbs circle my temples

but do not soothe or ease the pain…

 

each of my fingers press

against the bony ridge of forehead…

 

kneading, coaxing,

pleading for relief…

 

the insides of each hand

pinch against the aqualine

contours of my nose...

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medicated

medicated

 

in a corner of the room

daylight pools its last ripples

and she stands alone

afraid to step onto the shadow

that creeps towards her

afraid of the sly shuffle sound

that drags itself across the floor

or the mewling voice

that whispers its fears

and fantasies

so that when she blinks

the orange light

has dimmed

and the room sh...

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Natural Selection

Natural Selection

 

Outbound

 

I look at them

they look at me

through glassy eyes

that never see

we’ve shared this carriage

many years

never sharing

hopes or fears

I swiftly pass

the guarded gate

and check my watch

in case I’m late

despite producing

dog-eared ticket

the blank faced guardsman

doesn’t click it

I side ...

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