The water tower
perched high on the rise
floating world
of childhood holidays
muesli, orange juice
perfect vegemite toast in Penshurst
searching for
unfear
raw
remember
that girl was
always anxious in a way
now wonder if
my addict’s real
or just someone who
found self-harm easy
and crammed defeat
into flamboyance
a proud sham
now soiled
bored
with final flounces
doused in
sanitiser
nostrils flare
that witch wakes up
occurs to me
it’s moments of practicality
when it could be love
instead of flames
a soft patina
murrs pebble heart
like moss
or not
gosh am I lucky
to be so low
the one
who sees
how it goes
stupid mind that tracks and twists
yearning for
the years
of concrete towers
and hours
of unshed tears
Soundcloud recording: https://soundcloud.com/clairevetica/the-water-tower
Photo: Mihai Lazăr on Unsplash
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