Godsick - Poem by Chloe Meakin
Today I rattled like a newspaper
As I walked along the road.
Today I felt I’d opened like a hole.
Plastic blew inside me in the wind. I was filled with weather.
Today I washed my face and the water was noisy.
Speaking to my tongue as I drank it with breakfast.
Chilled like a basin.
My teeth cried they were drowning. My tongue did little to help.
My skin sat sadly on my bones.
Something about me had never been so alone.
Because last night
I dreamed my upturned face saw upstairs
In a house. The light inside hung linen like a coat.
Looking up, I saw a room full of breath
And you, standing upright in your distance from me.
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