Though it's winter.
Music. Busy hands.
A soft rag and a musty swirl of white
Fssssh, fsssh, the polish.
Crackly yellow smell.
It crawls over vases, tiny animals of glass
The spotted mirror.
A china mask.
I pull the duster over it
like a shroud.
I've always been this way.
I make up words for everything
chyvny, liep, grufes, appa, dúm, leck, zvey
bestes, both and bolfes-nif
senerus and yudis
jahud, brek, mackury.
(oh, I've got one for you.)
blow off the fragments
two halves of a face in the split glass
my reflection tips the wink
in a thousand tiny shards
rhythmic sobs
my mouth speaks like a spoilt child
i want it i want it
i want it iwanta iwanta
Want, want, want.
Oh, mother! it isn't fair!
the hoover
rddddd
rddddd
rddd rrdddddrrrrdd rrdddd
finally quiet, I listen to my own heart
and the
whit whit whit
of the cd player
as it runs out of steam
at the end of track twelve
Author notes
I know it's a bit weird. I'm likely to go back and edit this.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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It's...
...fab. A moment in amber, you've caught every tiny subtlety of a frantic mind, proper good lovely.
Don't edit too much eh?
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Thank you so much. xxx
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Awww....
...you too. Going OK, I've come to the conclusion that I actually NEED to write. I haven't done anything for a long time for various reasons, including ignoring being put through to the second round of a contest that I just haven't had the inclination or drive to continue...feel really bad about it...but I'm feeling the effects of not writing...it's like an exorcism of sorts that purges this la-la-fantasy-parallel-universe thing that insists on carrying on in my head, detaching me from all reasonable, reality-based behaviour.
Bet you wish you'd never asked now
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No, I know what you mean. I absolutely need to write, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't any more, because it's just...well, it's vital to life, isn't it? Oh, poor you! We must get you writing again. Is there anything I can do to help stimulate the muse? xxx
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