Aspired

Your bones
Cling still
To that wall.

A forever scene
Of your
Last stand.

Bleached,
The colour of time.
A pale reminder

That you tried

To climb higher
Than anyone

Is allowed.

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And We All Looked

Ordinary,
Not enough
Or too much.

Just.
Said the girl.

To
The obligatory
Boy.

In the hope
That he too
Was,

Just.

Now,
Said the boy.

Not for long.
Soon, I’ll be extra
Ordinary.

Just,
Unlike you.

Sigh.
Said the girl.

And looked
Again.

Over Your Shoulder

Not a single eye,
Could spare an upward glance.
No flesh gently prickled,
In the colourless morning.

The cracks were small.
Tickling the distance.

Routines fulfilled their role,
The most popular dance.
No hair stood to attention,
In the colourless morning.

The cracks they grew,
Grinning, running wildly.

Life meandered slowly,
So easily distracting the living.
No heart revved its beat,
In the colourless morning.

Oh, the cracks are yawning,
Too wide.

So late.