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The Door
18:55 Oct 08 2011
Times Read: 538

What the hell is this    

     

All this time stood here      

unable to move any further      

     

My feet are melded to the concrete      

as if a thousand stoney fingers are fused to the soles      

and the only way to take another step forward      

is by tearing hard enough to leave skin behind    

     

It is as if they are trying to keep me outside    

Away from seeing the hunched over, gaunt mess      

which they know is too sickening for my eyes 

   

They're doing me a favour really  

 

Funny how they only let go  

when i walk away

The trouble with knowing..
16:25 Oct 05 2011
Times Read: 545






I wonder what she's thinking    

whilst she pretends to watch T.V    

   

She's sat on that same spot    

on the same sofa for more years    

than i care to remember    

gradually not caring about    

the seven long hairs that grow    

from her chin or the stains    

all over her clothing from    

last weeks dinner    

   

She sips her cider    

   

I watch    

   

She sips    

   

I ask: "where is he?"    

   

"He's in bed." She answers    

not removing her eyes from    

the commercials.    

"Pour me another, will you?    

and open the window"    

   

She is almost robotic.    

   

I can see past the piss stained    

mess that has become her    

well enough to know she    

is scared as hell.    

   

I open the window    

The breeze bounces past my cheeks    

   

"He can't open the windows    

anymore" she whispered-  

though i wasn't meant  

to hear that part

Wont be long
21:38 Oct 01 2011
Times Read: 554

There's an indescribable smell filling the room

seeping from his pores and sticking

to the insides of my nostrils



The bed sheets are wrinkled

Unwashed because he can't

move anymore



Beside him is a glass of water

Untouched

But she pours it out

and refills it every so often

just in-case



She's talking to him

as if he can hear her

As if he will sit up at any minute

and ask for a cigarette



All i can do is stand at the doorway

Watching her touch his face

listening to that horrid rattle in his breaths

Wishing to God i wasn't there



I can't stand that smell