Sickgirl
everything I write
is pitiful and so bland.
I can't bear it now,
and I am so sick of these
thoughts, this sad pale skin should be
sloughed so I can see
my bones and the dark
bitter little creature that
is tugging on my
heart. thoroughbred, it
pounds hard and it is enough
to paralyse me.
I am a selkie
without her precious grey pelt,
I am in mourning
for my previous
life. my marrow is being
gnawed. I want to sleep
in the shadow of
the cathedral, amongst
victorian bones.
the mouths I have kissed
do not remember me, but
each had burnt me raw
and the boy with the
scarred tongue has left me branded.
I am still foolish.
I am a ghost girl
with a living heartbeat, and
one foot in a grave.
is pitiful and so bland.
I can't bear it now,
and I am so sick of these
thoughts, this sad pale skin should be
sloughed so I can see
my bones and the dark
bitter little creature that
is tugging on my
heart. thoroughbred, it
pounds hard and it is enough
to paralyse me.
I am a selkie
without her precious grey pelt,
I am in mourning
for my previous
life. my marrow is being
gnawed. I want to sleep
in the shadow of
the cathedral, amongst
victorian bones.
the mouths I have kissed
do not remember me, but
each had burnt me raw
and the boy with the
scarred tongue has left me branded.
I am still foolish.
I am a ghost girl
with a living heartbeat, and
one foot in a grave.