Premature
By K. Roe
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Premature - K. Roe
CONTENTS
Premature
Butcher’s Bile
The Ophelian Ache
Syrups
Footfalls
Familiar
Sick
The Dead Hour
To Purge
Two Cents, One Side
Unsound
Doldrums
Seasonal
Anesthetic
No Pulse
Burial
Eldest Youth
The Dwarf Home
Choked Aspirin
Valiant
Eclipsed
Eroda
Phantasmal
Clothed
Constant
Brilliant
Prune
Soaked Oaks
Soul Container
A Parting
Stairs
Preheat
Dry Leafs
Cabbage
Brain Matter
Split Morning
Post
Afterglow
Eyeless
Beast And Heart
Plains Below
Creatures
Doe Eyed
Dilated Pupils
The Train Ride
Sulfuric
In The Air
Dearest Morning After
Parts
Charred
Collision
Savoring
Sandman
Home
Redding
Scarlet
Eden
Sanitary Confinement
Sober
Sated Sores
Aid
Self-Taught
Robin
Halves
Pallid Lapse
Carnival Carnage
Sharps
Acid Rain
Filter Mona
Adore A Phobia
Moonshins
Coralline
Ancient Battleground
The Heel
Hades
Anxiety
Descendant
Blue Presents
Marsh
The Pale Fisherman
Midnight Inquiry
Exhale
Hills
Colours
That Journal
Ballroom Parody
Another Piece
Of Mortem
Bland
Rather Actions
Blank Activity
Devestate Me
Innocent Prescriptions
Withering Winds
The Current
Ate Eight
Nerves
Skeletons
Meditation
Ruffles
Hesitating
Sigh
Our Relapse
No Such Goodbye
Mass
Sentiment
The Room Keeper
Serpentine
Harming
The Blue Lake
Black Fog
Tarantulas
Swelling Gauze
Sour Wake
Self-Pollution
Little Me
Infirmity
Bones
Bleakest Crown
Selfless Aim
Pliant Cages
Cassandra
Pages
The Lovelorn
Sown Home
The Clock’s Little Hand
Doused
Alexander
Pollination
So He Claws
Craven
Sold
Bitter Lemonade
Sociopathic Intuition
Smitten
Absent
Volatile
Ravaged Mute
Bedside
Wolf
For Kayla, Jenni, Dami and Lauren,
You have lived through this with me.
For Tio Polo
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Within this book lie various parts of my soul such as the torn up version, the bitten off version, and the death of many versions. There are not many pieces of my body that I have not self-inflicted on, and this book holds the parts that hold me together. I wear on the outside what is my personal battleground. My scars are past and present imprints that have joined me in my psychological war to find myself and my sanity. These scars are printed on pages now to express the never ending pain and suffering that entails such beings who have felt such things. This book is for anyone who has drowned above land, who has frowned in the sun, or who has stopped beating the normal heartbeat. This book is my soul, cracked and never fully able to heal, yet out in the open for a breath of life.
PREMATURE
In a cough of static
I leave the womb
In a cup of dry guts
I leave the womb
In the beast belly
I leave the womb
Torn from your torso
I leave the womb
Squirming in absence
I leave the womb
Poured in warmed blood
I leave the womb
In my damaged meat
I leave the womb
In a bladder weighed free
I leave the womb
In a blunder of murmurs
I leave the womb
In a prisoner of patience
I leave the womb
In fetal position
I leave the womb
In a breath of the lonely
I leave the womb
In a boneless crib
I leave the womb
With my mouth ill fed
I leave the womb
The birth after
I leave the womb
BUTCHER’S BILE
When I stop to feel
My heart aches
It’s a beating bruise
Every pulse is too great
When I stop to feel
My heart breaks
When I’ve fallen you fall just below
My reflection of self I hold
When I stop to feel
My heart aches
Fallen to the deepest blues
My crystal mouth agape
When I stop to feel
My heart breaks
Sleep doesn’t reach me
What brute lies awake
When I stop to feel
My heart aches
Pulse to pulse
My complex flesh
When I stop to feel
My heart breaks
I never loved the purest way
Life in black lost ways
When I stop to feel
My heart aches
My hope falls so very far away
I die when I float awake
When I stop to feel
My heart breaks
I’ve piled down to broken bones
Yet I cannot leave them to fend alone
When I stop to feel
My heart aches
My pain is growing
And I’ve never felt weaker
When I stop to heal
I break
THE OPHELIAN ACHE
Do you swallow all this mess
Like I do
Do you see all the rest
Like I do
Do you feel the Ophelian ache
Like I do
Does your mouth pour shadows
Like I do
Do you see your skin burning
Like I do
Can you feel the depths calling
Like I do
Can you bleed from inner mortem
Like I do
Can the sun burn you
As it smiles its warm noose
Do you feel the smiles inviting a hanging
Like I do
Has the weight inside your head
Filled like wet cement
Can you die in her myth
Drown and still feel pure breath
Soft and calm in death
Quixotic in hell’s caress