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Her.

 For the first time my feelings fight for it- the yellow light burning out where the lines of my world meet where the colour hurts. It’s like a weird love that never died It keeps me awake when I breathe and all I need is a hand to stop the slamming ache curved into a… Continue reading Her.

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Give me it all.

  Give me the things I haven't seen They’re sleeping here in my memory Give me the glitches but not the rage Can’t you see I’m pulling away? Give me the home of those headlights Kisses without the gunfights Give me ghosts that remember you Lead me further into. Give me the shade of your broken wings… Continue reading Give me it all.

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I am.

I am but space a cluster of mess; my skin full of chemicals that has let hurricanes in and planets and scars like plastered wax stuck to my chest. I am the white sclera the peeling film of tired eyes; I am sinew of bones that make up home with feelings reaching from the praline… Continue reading I am.

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Autumn by Izzie Simmons

Autumn: We leaned into the last few shards of August’s crisp edges Poetry was flowing from the finger tips of lovers The sheet music was richer to flatter the coming season My chest was swelling with gratitude for moments I’d been given I sat amongst the gardens of no agenda - no needs Pulling the… Continue reading Autumn by Izzie Simmons

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Body-

  Don't ever let them hate on your body for it is a striking mosaic of bones a relic of desire, peppered with nostalgia- wiggling hips like a dog bounding from the riverbed. Your belly button is deep and soft a likeness to a shellfish- your skin is fuzzy and uncharted and your fungus white… Continue reading Body-

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DRAG

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A collaborative piece written by me and the beautifully talented Esme Brown who you can find over at: puttingthedogtosleep.wordpress.com

Glitter Ghosts

These are crystallised visions

Dancing too close.

Instruments of the deep blue;

Fish hook kisses,

Raging rip-tide tongues.

These lights are an alien sky

Faces fish-eyed,

Scoop music or

Struggling spirits –

Slipping, yolky through florescent fingers –

Into steel-basin chests.

Phosphorous, unbound waves take us

Swaying in its swell of salt.

If we vomit tonight,

It’ll be jellyfish

Blubbery and full of washed up wishes.

Hips swing in rings of infinity

The Steady, instinctual pattern of bees

“Honey” They mouth;

Choked women’s voices

All those messages bottle-necked,

Annexed in Adams apples.

Tribal painted we chant

A song unknown to us

Possessed by the drums and

Something sacrificial,

Something ungendered and primal-

Angels with

Sequined wings exposed

To hungry hands.

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