The Rush

Who am I in this sad story ?

The pathetic character that swallows lies like they were made of gin ?

The third wheel in that overused triangle, where everyone is rooting for the other girl ?

Am I heroine or meth ?

Which has the happy ending?

But I must be a fool. I must.

Only a fool would keep going back to barbed wire

Keep touching fire

Yearning for a burning, a bite.

Maybe it’s venom that sustains me

Even though it pains me.

I like your hands around my neck

In between ecstasy and smack.

Keeps me on track. Or off.

Grass is better than tarmac.

I’ll keep running in circles either way.

The air around me pungent with your words.

All absurd

And sweet but not in equal measure

The good old pain/pleasure

The undulating pulse of your tongue.

Wringing.Wringing. Wrung.

Maybe I’m just vapour, a smoke

The joke.

A joint in your story.

A silly pause, where you rested your mouth

Before moving south.

I try to do my steps. To get you out of my system.

But when there is nothing but hush

All I remember is the rush.

(C)Slumpless

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Away

I wanted to get far away from you child

From your red eyes, your running nose

I wanted to run too.

But away, away, away.

Away from your tears and your brother’s too.

Away from him. Away from you.

I can’t bear it you see?

All that grief. All that pain

I can’t hold it in, can’t explain.

And I feel myself blowing up like those fish.

And it’s not my place to cry.

My father didn’t die.

It’s not mine to take away from you.

Not my sad story this time.

So I must leave.

Not because I don’t want to hold you.

Not because my heart doesn’t ache for your sad eyes

But because my body can’t behave like others and stay calm

Because your grief is mine too

Your loss mine to see and feel

Because he held your hands everyday

As I do my son on the way to school

And because we walked past you every day and waved.

He formed a familiar background to the daily grind.

His eyes were warm, his smile was kind.

So now you know why I must run.

Not for me

I run for you. For your brother. Your mother.

I run away, away, away.

I run from the desolate grief you hold.

I run because you can’t.

I run or else I’ll fold.

(C) Slumpless

Puppy

I have only a puppy heart

Over-eager

Needs a leash.

It jumped on you as soon as it could

And you pet it for a while

Appreciated its effervescent nature

But that was just for Christmas

And now this heart is in the pound.

Pounding. Pounding. Pounding.

Waiting to come home again.

Waiting for you to play ball.

But time has run out

And I have been put down.

(C) Slumpless

Jane

Her favorite film was ‘Out of Africa’.

Oh?

I had misunderstood her

Her caustic manner

Her cantankerous demeanor

She had frightened me

Once.

But those three words changed all that

Insane Jane was misunderstood

Oh she was still a bitch

I couldn’t escape that fact

But one whose appreciation of subtle longing, a need for belonging

Meant she must be more than just snarl and gnarl

More than the angry sighs her tapping hands evoked

More than an office joke.

There was a pearl in there somewhere

Inside that shell

Within the creature who gave us hell.

(C)Slumpless

Splintering Whispers

There is only silence when we’re together

Beautiful,smooth quietness

In my heart and in my head.

No gaps between us to let echoes bounce and bound.

No slivers of space where splintering whispers can flay my nerves away.

When your skin is on mine

Hush. Hush. Hush.

An occasional hum.

An occasional groan.

But mostly blissful

When we’re alone.

(C) Slumpless

Too close to the night

I wanted to be neat and tidy.

No aches or pains.

Steady as she goes.

I needed to be light and fluffy

A breath of fresh air to replenish your soul.

And I was. For a while.

But like a burning photograph

The edges of me began to singe and smoulder

And slowly but surely I crumpled inwards

My gaping smile, fading… fading until

Puff!

I was no more than smoke

That made you splutter and choke.

I can never be colour.

I will never shine bright

My soul is too close to the surface

Too close to the night.

(C) Slumpless

Good Girl

Was it worth it ?

Heightening your nights

Adding shimmer and shine ?

Were they divine ?

Do you look back now in nostalgic haze

Do you long for those days

That ran into those nights

Like carriages in a crash

Fast, fasterSmash.

I was a good girl

No tabs for me

No artificial highs

No LSD

And sometimes now I wonder

Why the fuck not?

Do I feel any more righteous

Did I escape the rot ?

Are my memories any sharper

My life more on track ?

I feel grey today

But I suppose it could be black.

(C) Slumpless