Paper Strings

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Breathe in. Escape for a while.
Take a drink to slow down:
Fall back to earth.
Sanity, preserved in paper.

Hold the glory days,
every emotion captured
in the pencil scratches
of autumn leaves,
crisp beneath our feet,
a heart-stopping symphony
in the November fog.

Breathe again.
And the moment is gone.
Back at the desk:
Pen, paper, card, grinder.

Inhale again,
hiss another moment
through the teeth.

Eyes fall into a dream,
dreams of talk of rumours
of threads coming undone,
bleeding from the seams
as the rust hits the floor.

But,
Her eyes held in a moment.
One moment frozen
in the skin stitched up
with her marionette strings.
cut the strings,
limbs loose to close in
for the kiss and…

And…
And.
Awake.
Exchanging glances with the ceiling,
One staring into the other –
Cracks growing in
A once smooth surface.

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Twitter: @DickensianJack
Facebook: Jack Dickens – Dickensianjack

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About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: www.facebook.com/dickensianjack Cheers, enjoy.
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