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I should probably post an introduction to pin on my profile but at this point I'm just like "pls support your local magpie poet, she likes ramen and eggs and shiny things and will give you words in return."

Also

"Eater of hearts currently rebuilding her empire of mugs in a non disclosed location that is no longer London."

Or maybe just.

"Tired poet does words for you whether you like them or not. Is soft please don't startle."

Yeah that'll do.

Outside the wind is singing songs meant for the trees
and swans in the lake, for the night workers and
hungry babes.
It does not need your voice.
Turn around, practise your breaths in soft puffs,
let your chest fill and empty.
It is alright. Tomorrow comes like how a
cat settles down on your chest,
with insistence and ready to be loved.
Go to bed, go to bed, and sleep well.

3/3

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Lay down. You keep running the night it’ll fall
and scrub its knees on you and then where will you be?
Left holding the remains of something best to have gone
whole into the next day.
Take the night to bed and hold it to you.

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Outside the rain has softened the corners
of summer with its razor edge brightness and nauseating
merry go round nights of sunshine,
and laughter.
So, take the grey skies around yourself
like down duvets and blankets,
wrap the evening around you like arms. And lay down.

1/

First September Patreon Poem is up

'Frankenstein Was A Uni Drop Out'

patreon.com/posts/56203687

"I’m building a woman
who sleeps spread eagle,
eats with her hands, is a bit too gleefully mean.
And she’s thinking of running away again."

First September Patreon Poem is up

'Frankenstein Was A Uni Drop Out'

patreon.com/posts/56203687

"I’m building a woman
who sleeps spread eagle,
eats with her hands, is a bit too gleefully mean.
And she’s thinking of running away again."

I made a thing!
It's a small poetry zine, 8 pages.
It's called

girl-girl/monster-princess/stubborn-mouth

it's free but if you like it donations are very appreciated, my paypal: Ceciliewriteswords@gmail.com

corvusrobotica.itch.io/girl-ch

I made a thing!
It's a small poetry zine, 8 pages.
It's called

girl-girl/monster-princess/stubborn-mouth

it's free but if you like it donations are very appreciated, my paypal: Ceciliewriteswords@gmail.com

corvusrobotica.itch.io/girl-ch

I knew every dark corner of your mind
and you knew mine, there are doors in me you closed
that I’ve not opened for anyone else.
And I signed my name in the email I wrote
to check if you had gotten sick.
Here at the end of the world, I still think of you
like an old friend,
one I give my regards to, no longer my
familiarity.

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Regards,
Your Ex Girlfriend.

-
I don’t know
why I signed my name at the bottom.
Like you wouldn’t remember my email address,
or my name
in my email address. Or is it just
that I’ve become so much a stranger
to myself,
I wouldn’t expect you to recognize me either.
I thought about your mother earlier
and how she’d enjoy the dinner I made, you wrote back
and said they were all fine.

1/2

It’s time to shake the summer asphalt dust of the sun
and let it thicken.
It will be the colour of yolk in my 7 minute egg I smear
across my toast. And outside is forcing thick socks
on new school kids, and myself.
It’s time to shake
the sweat, and kissbitten lips off the mind
and start thinking about hot coffee
in thermos mugs.

It’s time to shake the summer asphalt dust of the sun
and let it thicken.
It will be the colour of yolk in my 7 minute egg I smear
across my toast. And outside is forcing thick socks
on new school kids, and myself.
It’s time to shake
the sweat, and kissbitten lips off the mind
and start thinking about hot coffee
in thermos mugs.

God, people scream into the summer
or maybe it’s into their own youth, some combination
of heat on heat on heat.
I sit in my heavy years
listening with the window open
and think of foxes screaming;
It sounds like a woman, but I know it’s some wild thing.

1st patreon poem of august is up

Notes To Self: on unloving.

patreon.com/posts/54868929

‘your mouth
is full of hubris, Icarus.’ and I laughed against his throat
I wanted
like sticking my fingertips into tea lights unafraid of the flame.

1st patreon poem of august is up

Notes To Self: on unloving.

patreon.com/posts/54868929

‘your mouth
is full of hubris, Icarus.’ and I laughed against his throat
I wanted
like sticking my fingertips into tea lights unafraid of the flame.

When I met him again I was train track backed
tongue wet woman. I was wild haired blue velvet,
I was red brick dust shaking, cracking in the sun.
Brave in my recklessness, confident to lean
into his lap on my knees, I was amethyst heart
and shining from a thousand street lights.

4/4

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The beast-woman/birch-queen/calloused-hands
wants in bowed heads. Wants like shuttered eyed,
wants like an open window and a glass of water.
Wants like a well-sharpened knife on the edge of a backbone,
like a held breath, like seeds, like an archway.

3/4

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