Blink

I think a lot about time
How its dimensions crash
Through the narrow fields
Of rice and wheat
Ploughing relentlessly
Towards the inevitable
Concluding scenes
Stories that end
Hold greater power
Than stagnant mouldy
Soap left against the taps
For baths I never take
Time finds a way to get
Under my skin
The dark nail filed
Trimmed hair grows longer
Autumnal weather blows
Solitary axes to grind out
A life made of the scraps
As if it’s enough to halt
The silent stare of
Juxtaposed spectrums
Everything happening
In one blink

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Blink

Unhappy Endings

Bathroom mirrors trick us
Into believing we are as we appear
But I’m more beautiful in reverse
Too weak to lift my hands
And ask about the sombre
Men and women gripping handles
In motion. We crash through
Doors, I only see flickers
Rushing between
Two street lampposts
The light seems to fade
In and out

Unhappy Endings