Part Makeup

Lost to time

Another evening spent

Plucking petals

And poking temples

As I add to every

Skull numbing

Ache in my spine

A tremble 

I rage as the black

Climbs across the vista

And my skin is heavy

Slick like slime

I’m primed 

For solitude

But it weren’t my choice

Tonight

I rattle in my cage

Pinch and pound the bars

Just another moonfall 

Spent sat on my arse

I watched the day go dark

As a shadow scarred my cheek

I thought I looked pale

And doped

But it’s not just my appearance

That is bleak

Apparently damage is sleek

Gorgeous when female

Alone the glamour tries to sleep

But all the bed sheets bring

Is freak out

The stork of my storming body

Twists and twirls

And uproots

You text me telling me you love me

But all I want to reply

Is “fuck you”

Because the thorns

Have been filing their nails

They’re sharp and poised

And poking

I’ve got rows of roses up my arms

As I sit here stroking

The broken skin

With choking hymn

Slipping from my lips

I smudge the boiling claret

Between my fingertips

Time has lost

The fight is over

I can’t be bothered to be

Because I cut out tiny fragments

Of my magic

Every night

You’re away from me. 



By Lyric Deep.

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