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The Friday Poem: ‘The Time Will Pass Anyway’ by Francis Aschoff

A new poem from Spellbound by Francis Aschoff, published by 5ever Books. It will be launched at Unity Books Wellington this Thursday, November 19th. The Time Will Pass Anyway Maybe the urge to kill comes from the softest part of you seeking justice I think of when you cut the tip of your finger open with kitchen scissors didn’t know that kind of slice was possible blood gushing over bare thighs a throbbing that made me feel like anything could happen Maybe you don’t need to acquire the stillness of Lake Taupō you just need to scream the wool of a black sheep is just as warm and there’s a burning bush in your eyes causing a scene is the smallest of sins when you keep your things in boxes after living here all this time Maybe you are already exactly who you need to be the house is the only hazard here don’t stay frozen in memory when the music is never turning back on say it with your chest it’s okay to want more for yourself I’ll build you something in the dreamscape I’ll buy myself a strong suit I’ll believe you a wish on an eyelash still counts if you pluck it yourself we’ll waltz with the flowers and eat dessert for dinner we’ll create a new stage of grief where you get everything you want The Friday Poem is brought to you by Nevermore Bookshop, home of kooky, spooky romance novels and special edition book boxes. Visit Nevermore Bookshop today.

The Friday Poem: ‘The Time Will Pass Anyway’ by Francis Aschoff

A new poem from Spellbound by Francis Aschoff, published by 5ever Books. It will be launched at Unity Books Wellington this Thursday, November 19th.

The Time Will Pass Anyway

Maybe the urge to kill
comes from the softest part of you
seeking justice
I think of when you cut the tip of your finger open with kitchen scissors
didn’t know that kind of slice was possible
blood gushing over bare thighs
a throbbing that made me feel
like anything could happen
Maybe you don’t need to acquire
the stillness of Lake Taupō
you just need to scream
the wool of a black sheep is just as warm
and there’s a burning bush in your eyes
causing a scene is the smallest of sins
when you keep your things in boxes
after living here all this time
Maybe you are already exactly
who you need to be
the house is the only hazard here
don’t stay frozen in memory
when the music is never turning back on
say it with your chest
it’s okay to want more for yourself
I’ll build you something in the dreamscape
I’ll buy myself a strong suit
I’ll believe you
a wish on an eyelash still counts
if you pluck it yourself
we’ll waltz with the flowers
and eat dessert for dinner
we’ll create a new stage of grief
where you get everything you want

The Friday Poem is brought to you by Nevermore Bookshop, home of kooky, spooky romance novels and special edition book boxes. Visit Nevermore Bookshop today.

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