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Mocked by Magpies and Moths

'Grief is Love hidden in a dark coat.'

By EssiePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Mocked by Magpies and Moths
Photo by McGill Library on Unsplash

I left the moth lying on the bathroom sink

Don’t you just hate waking up like this

The feelings not gone but your sight has changed

everything changed when June turned 22

Sunset broke and took the walls from me

How can you stand and watch

Shades of blue

Magpies mock you

The sky carried on like it hadn’t even blinked

I felt my pillow for the knife

Is this the best you can do?

I have not known who I am for the longest time

Grief changes a lot, it restarts the mind

The edge on my fingers

My fingers on the edge

Jumping from here wouldn’t make anything end

I won’t take the walls from them

But I left the moth where it was, on the bathroom sink

If nothing has changed

I’d know whose mind im in

The moth was gone

The spider that hung from my wall

They know more than my fingers

They know more than you

Where did they go?

Why did you?

Was that you on my bathroom sink?

Did you come home after all this?

Come home again

Stay until the end

Be the magpie in my garden

Flash of sunlight in the rear view mirror

Be home again

Call my name from downstairs

But just stay this time

Let me see you again.

For my mum, who I miss and love more than anything. 22/6/22

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About the Creator

Essie

Brambling, atypical logorrhoea that really materialise in the form of hatching worms. Or stars.

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