collisions of thunder &
lightening are so beautiful
& oranges are stuck to the table
in an almost fruit bowl shape,
but they don't quite connect--
irrelevant pieces of information
to remove thoughts of the truth;
bodies entwined with no breath,
fumbling hands & the fullest of lips.
la, la, la & the music plays loud
but the mind does torture much
louder, guilt mixes with sickness
& rain falls over london tonight--
but it's just another day
another day, to exchange half
hearted exchanges with claims
of heart shaped "love you's",
they mould into the right places
but never quite fit.
& there's limes in the fridge,
& sugar in the coffee pot--
& whilst the acid in my stomach
curdles more horrifically than ever before--
I still wonder when your hand will fit with mine.
Honorable mention
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