Poetry: intimate

[evilkate]

an impatient voice
alone
 
stuck between sheets
at the back of her throat
 
walks into the Sun
to meet herself at centre-
burning down
 
as names pause at edge
of tongue to ponder
 
is an old word remembered
larger or smaller
than a new one forgotten?




this puzzle
becomes her most
intimate

redemption,

kidnaps his sky
then waits for a debt
to settle







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I wrote this last year, about the events of may 22nd. I'm not tagging it as such though, because Poetry should not have such labels.

(Kate Out)