Sarah Capella Smith

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The freezing wind rips raw through my skin.
The sand supports my heavy form
And I couldn’t wait to take the plunge.
...

I feel like a fat bird unable to take flight.
Something disturbs the flock.

I have been stripped, strapped and strung,
...

I step off the motorway into a castle of white clouds.
The black birds lift out the black bricks in the turrets
Like notes in the perfect score.
Like angles, fairies and cherubs my footsteps are light and bare.
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I walked through my mind last Tuesday;
It was black and passionate, an illustration of suicide.

I was shown the ropes - my thick purple nerves -
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It’s been done before, I know.
But this time I’m speaking, not you.

An anger has unearthed in an icy core.
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A butterfly’s shadow, a delicate darkness -
No relationship can compare such dearness.
The sun rolls on my chest and my heart catches fire.
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Who’s driving this thing?
Is it revenge? Wires or veins?

Sphere, electricity, volts, blue.
...

Born on rims and edges.
Inches; the way they spread and weave
A time that cannot be touched.
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A staircase of hardened hearts,
The sea slides over the stones -
A heart underwater;
Big and beautiful.
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Balloons, why do
They burst, like hearts?
Shrivel up, like death?
Or swallow air like
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Sweet.
A pink ribbon
Around the neck
Of a cake.
...

Here, it is like the Dust Bowl, a black hole,
Dreams snuffed from a candle with an exhuasted flame.
Blood beats like a curse, a strange fear -
The sheets! The sheets! Twice through. There are two
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I wish I
Wasn’t like this.
My heart
...

I am embarrassed to be a human,
To be part of this -
This that we call upon
In our hour of need.
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I didn’t want to be born,
You told me;
I was safe and warm in your womb,
...

What is the body
But a chamber?
Perhaps…
Piercing my skin
...

Thank you for the car you gave me,
Although I couldn’t drive at three.
But I did look at this for an opportunity
For a love of the addition to the family.
...

Unto this day I do fully admit
That I feel unsafe in the safest place,
My emotions take a certain limit
Until I just want to hide my red face.
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The Best Poem Of Sarah Capella Smith

Comfortable Silence (21st January 2006)

The freezing wind rips raw through my skin.
The sand supports my heavy form
And I couldn’t wait to take the plunge.

My mind and body are at ease -
Because there’s nobody demanding an answer,
There’s no-one to answer back.

As comfortable as sleep.
The sea breaks like pages of poetry
And I drown peacefully between the sheets.

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