Hurt slips down
cheek and curve,
wet tracks into mouth, and
just stop crying.
The walls drop away but I stay sentient –
for now.
Frame hiccups,
hook and dip,
seizes split lip,
bite down on cut tissue –
bloody wine
and
just stop crying.
I can sink lower, though,
and melt into the sticky floor.
The rest, purple,
blooming and bruising,
clasp a hand,
itch it back, but escaping
again, oozing
tripping all over itself, and
still
crying.
Wilt across the linoleum floor,
but sick peace now,
no more,
no more,
no more.
A young writer from North Yorkshire, Emily has recently discovered that she actually likes creative writing, despite everything she may have previously said. Quite likely to be found in a local cafe drinking four cups of tea and procrastinating about her work, (someone feed her please), she can also be found on Twitter @emily__harrison. She apologises in advance for her tweets.
James Diaz is the founding editor of the literary arts & music journal 
Foxglove Journal 