Her skin is pale in the early evening
hanging upside down
from the foot of an unmade bed
feeling weightless
watching the world beyond the window
where Autumn rain falls upward
and lights divide
No appetite in this dark room
no appetite for days
friends all kept at bay
no rubber masks, only patches of ice
no fireworks, just fallen leaves collecting
passing headlights flood the room
then scan across the ceiling
Blood is pounding in her ears
‘I’m losing weight’ she thinks
As puddles form in the street outside
the shops all wear their shutters down
She reaches up, closes her eyes
pushes two thumbs into the carpet
and whispers
‘With every second slipping away
we become strangers
with every second sliding away
I cease to belong
to anyone, to anything
and strangers we will always be…’
The endlessness of loneliness
the faceless prison guard
rattles their keys
but there is no release
as she hangs upside down
doing all she can
not to break into a thousand pieces
And, strangers, we’ll always be…
[2019]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
This part speaks to me…
‘With every second slipping away
we become strangers
with every second sliding away
I cease to belong
to anyone, to anything
and strangers we will always be…’
Thanks for this.
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Really pleased to hear it worked for you Kim.
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This image was the first thing I thought of when I wanted something to accompany the words and I am so grateful to you for letting me use it!
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I’m honored, honestly! It’s a lovely poem! ❤️
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I really like how you flipped the image and it fits nicely with your poem! 😊
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Thank you Delia, I was really trying to put myself into the head of someone I used to know and experience/capture a moment in their life.
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This is written in such a unique way, I was drawn from the beginning to the end.
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Cassa, thanks so much for reading and commenting. I feel like we’ve all been the upside down girl at some point in our lives 🙂
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Indeed.
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Tom! This is marvelous. Totally loving this one.
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Thank you so much Tara! I suppose this one is essentially just a moody photograph; a snapshot of a sad and private moment in someone’s struggle. I hope she got righted eventually.
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