The Burnt Down - Poem by Chloe Meakin
Look at my face.
You and I are surrounded
by a black decade that is my hair.
There you and I are tangled like my hair.
Meet my look.
You and I are brother and sister like my eyes.
There you and I are full of tears.
Feel what I feel.
You and I have slipped down
the fat expanses of my cheeks.
You and I have ached all round one eye
and fallen down my cheeks.
Fallen from both nostrils, running.
There you and I spent milliseconds falling to the floor.
Speak words to me.
You and I have pressed my lips like perfect twins
and hollowed out my tongue.
So you and I typed dots across
my vacant mouth.
To be continued, maybe,
maybe just to stay a piece of space.
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