You go, taking with you
All the certainty I can crush
Into a weekend visit.
If I go back now,
If I turn around and ask you,
To come home-
Forget the books,
Just one more night
Before you go…?
I’m snapping my jellyfish legs,
Tying them to your promises;
And watching them stretch out
And finally stop stretching.
With all the discomfort of eggshells
Gritted in my teeth,
I heard you tell me you have to go.
The last long haul
Brings up all the dirt
From our forgotten depths.
All the things I tried to hide,
My uncertainties glimmer on the net
Wet and hopeless.
And here I am,
Harpoon in-hand
Trying to kill my faults
Before you see.
Trying to stop them before they reach you,
But paralysed,
You look so distanced,
A frozen face, a world away from me.
Held head-in-vice by horror, I realise;
As I stand dying
With those shining pieces
Sliding down my skin.
My cold, blue blood
Won’t stop spinning,
Wet from my elbows.
Like water does,
When you look down in the shower.
Now I’m breathing, sharp, on your shoulder,
With self-pity and sorry’s,
That just won’t
Make things better.
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Submission Name: Jellyfish Bones
