Tanya Joseph – Lost Girl

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A hare’s breath

            on my neck

       a snail’s trail

where my eye’s

            bled

  tears on clothes

torn from a clay

      embosked

among the dead

thorns

     that scratch my body/

and snowdrops

hang heads in sorrow

   as frosts

   fulgent bristles

     dip

with the weight

     of my tears

    among the leaf mould

the spines

     and the stipules/

           not buried

just lost and forgotten

            among the dead

leaf litter of winters unused tracks

       where a chorus

of chatter

   rises

 then scatters

   back

  to the

ground

  dew drunk

rowdy

and none the wiser/

my hands

     heliotrope blue

          my hair

filled with

   feathers

and

  silent spiders

  spinning

silver

among the gloom/

    here you will find me

deep

    in

     this timelessness/

           lost

        but

fighting this living death

   in the fog of my

     brain

and its

     stimming tune