Your indelible hand has marked me the most
Its song is sustained within me
Its thirst is still unquenched
I cannot remove your face from my head
I cannot live without your presence
The streets are all familiar because of you
My thoughts are all on repeat
These people with whom I try to recreate
Our thoughts our fucks our feelings
Only reflect you and our moments
Were you ever this disgusting?
Glimpses of beauty do nothing to help
Smells and stares and sweat are rank
Were yours?
I’ll never know
Every breath every lick every slap was a cut
Cutting deeper than any knife ever could
Carving out my heart to put on your mantel
It’s funny
Even now I can feel you reading my mind
Every thought I have you seem to have had already
Do I even exist to you?
Whenever your face appears my stomach eats itself
Implodes and pulls my body in with it
Slowly it is digesting my brain
I feel cursed
Have you cursed me?
I remember talk of witches
White witches?
Highland witches ghosts and goblins
Feasting on man’s flesh because their hearts weren’t enough
Harping soprano runs roar in my ears
The dark mountains of Summer gleam
They fill me with awe
Were they to blame?
Did they bewitch my simple English psyche?
Let me be let me live let me have my mind back
My ghost is happiest in the grass
He only wants to be content artistic loved
But your shadow blocks the sunrise
And the night is endless
About the Creator
Matthew Clark
I am a poet-writer-actor-singer living in Cardiff, Wales; originally from Brighton, England.
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