Late

The chill of night sweeps through me

Raising the hairs on my arms

Although I naturally curl in on myself

The urge to peer above

Overwhelms


I see the stars

I feel them in the day

I know them in the night


My eyes

Glass 

They burn and crack

A sharp snapping that pierces my ears 

The world weighs heavy against my sockets


I tilt my chin again downwards

Blood dribbles over my cheeks

I splutter and wipe my lips

Flesh ice cold


Never warm enough to feel real

Never human enough to feel there


Ground me, blades of grass

Plucked until my nailbeds turn green

I cannot return you once picked

Roll you up into a ball

Discard and try again

What do I want from your destruction?


He loves me 

He loves me not

I will pick at anything

To prove a point

Location: Berkshire, UK

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