With a poison kiss




Internal voices 1


When the pen refuses to drag the hand

And the words decline to spill

There’s still the knife

The razor’s invisible edge

Endless ways to break the surface

And so much left to shed

Expurgatory surgery


Bleeding is easy

Scarily so



But don’t bleed out


But keep an exit at your back


But keep a little in the tank

It’s a long walk to the end of e v e r y t h i n g

And though there are more days now

Behind you than ahead

You can still find eternity

In one long Sunday afternoon

Spent staring at an empty page.



Words and image are my own.




10 thoughts on “With a poison kiss

  1. Liked it a hell of a lot better yesterday! Just kidding. Good one. You spiked the landing as they say in gymnastics. Never heard of Shriekback. I see they go back a long way. Sometimes I am hopelessly out of touch.

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