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imagine a nest, built it was odd misshapen and irregular low in the branches of a sub-canopy tree straining for sunlight woven from commonality comforting and familiar between the bright, broad feathers and the slight, sleek, meek ones there was no question of affection when slight, sleek, meek feathers outnumbered the bright and the broad a bird found itself without a home and a new family being raised in a place it no longer recognised imagine a nest, built uniform tightly and regularly coiled borne higher in the branches of a giant of the forest an unnatural chill creeps across the leaf litter and a bright, broad bird attempts to fly i

Walk and Duck! Run and Hide! Always looking for you To look to me For reassurance and A smile, concern in your eyes I won't turn away with nothing left to say But rather leave it all there, hanging in the air Twisting up from beneath the soil Coiled, ropy lengths That kick into dirt and earth Gaining purchase and permanency Warped, torn metal Thrown aside with an echoing(echoing) crash and Momentum! I'm picking up speed, dropping it and soon I won't be able to stop Smelling like home and Hide! Between the folds of gritted teeth and Electrical surges of want A spasm and I can't move for all the spontaneity that bur

Her face burst from between the bricks. Soft features fleshed themselves out over a bloom of bones, hair tumbling like tendrils of fern, massing quickly in the mortar and over the fired clay. A harsh, wet gasp was dragged from an incomplete mouth, all teeth that gleamed mutedly in the setting sun. Lips grew, curling down and shuttering over a desperate plea, "Wait for me!" How does the Maiden's hair grow? Age, wither and brown in the sun. Loose sight of the wisps of cloud in the sky and the warmth in her eyes. Loose the scent of a crisp, Autumn day and her warm skin. Loose the taste of honey suckle sucked dry in the purple twilight and th

Store all the vigour of your late-night rage in the sheath of your skin The swelling of small pustules that pop with pressure, leaking disappointment Swallow thickly, deeply and rage the life away Scorch the smile from me and bleach the laughter from my bones Ferment the stagnancy of our simple lives Brew the worth from the long years of nothing Heckle every driver, cuss them out for turning each corner and rolling ever on We hate the machine that roils and toils beneath a veil of heat, sweat and steam How we hate that automated filth that bridges every gap for us if it pleases you then we are pleased to throw that spanner So

It makes me wonder where you pull the imaginings from. Up over the horizon, tugging at the sun on a string that twines around the conjoined contusions that constitute my heart. Every beat pulses sunlight.

Wave you off like grass in the wind Gentle, dismissive Rooted in place, watching you leave Green with unadulterated envy And still, Silent upon the hill where we grew Waning, waxing moonlight Harsh, cold and clouded Kicks of dirt in the wind And the face you make when you're not here Gently curling lashes and lips that look as if they were dyed by ripe cherries Juice spilling down your chin, sweet and sticky Sweet and soft, I know The chair dents your chin where it rests upon it Pushing, turning it up a little more A hundred yard stare Won't you look at me, Lovely?