Jaw clenched
as they
wrench down the door,
a sharp crack,
and then a wretched smell
that knocked
my spirit to the floor.
-
My God.
-
An unforgettable image,
kaleidoscopic colours ‘cross the skin,
blue hues, blood drip
from mouth vestibule.
-
The light left on,
and there is a
single, bloated body home.
-
My lights left on, too,
and they’re leaving as we speak…
-
Red and blue crew,
their black bag in slow pursuit
and the memory which returns
in the silences between their roaring laughter,
in the ad breaks which interrupt my
blissful distraction
the glaring TV screen,
unwelcome image of your demeanour
in that final moment.
-
The corner of the room
abducted by
what’s left of you.
-
My clinical detachment lost,
another victim
to your whirlwind.
-
My God.
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Inspired by Armand Hammer’s ‘Ice Cups’ from their album BLK LBL (2024)
About the Creator
Reece Beckett
Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).
Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…


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