by Lucy Edington

Created on: June 05, 2009   Last Updated: June 06, 2009

FLATMATE

An empty womb and aching void

A tumultuous leaving;

Her face awash with maybe's tears

Hypocrite in grieving.

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Corkscrew curls, skeletal frame

Awkward face of makeup;

Disposition: delicate -

"Not worth the space I take up."

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Paleing skin and wasting bones

Dark, this silhouette;

Trips on everyone she meets

Hasn't fallen - yet.

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Remnants and relationships,

Cuddly toys and dresses;

Cigarettes, a taxi service,

Imitation shyness.

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Company-surrounded 'home'

With some poor misused suitor

Scone for lunch, coffee breakfast

(Pounds fall off, which suits her).

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Chewed-up nails, nervous habit

Mess-strewn floors for 'mother':

Recruits from ready walked-o'er souls

That share grief with each other.

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Timeless figure, keeps her friends,

Not one of them is set free

She stores them up and keeps them sweet;

(Except, that is, for me).

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