I tumble, I fall
My mind doesn’t see
The picture that’s my heart
Of aching descents
Spiraling into tunnels,
Burrows …
And as I try to voice the echo
As it slowly rises
It evades me, silently sinking beneath
The only sign of disturbance
A ripple, glistening on my cheek
A tell tale marker of what lies below
The surface of my soul
Such sorrow
Burrows …
Too small to make a difference
The hand that stirs
A tiny part, to gasp for air
Yet grey and dark
To stop and stare
A footprint on a paving stone
A grizzling sound
A faded room
Just Air

What nonsense is this?
The scratchiest scratch
And the itchiest itch
From my head to my toe
I was covered in this
Blisters and pustules
All over me
Sizable dots as big as a tree!
I scratched and itched
And my mother did groan
As she picked up my skin
On the floor it had flown
Stop scratching and itching
Aloud she did scream
And from head to my foot
I was covered in cream
Pinkened and glowing
My face shone alight
As my scratching continued
Throughout the night
Till the morning arrived and my mother – she swore!
For a pile of my clothes
Was left on the floor
I had scratched and had itched
Till I’d disappeared
All twas left is a few flaky flakes
It is feared.

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Not many know the real me 

I show them what they expect to see 
To sit at a desk and work up a storm 
Is something I do, to maintain the norm 
But a Wild Child through and through am I 
I run and catch the windswept sky 
My mind sings songs inside my head 
Whispering stories as I lie in Bed 
I want to embrace the world, sing and dance 
Bring joy to your life while I have the chance 
Yet society tries to dictate to me 
On what I should do or How I should be 

By Stella Haricot

So far behind me

You are every morning

but you always overtake me on the stairs

Wait for the moment

Perhaps you’re not coming?

A third of the way down

But you always overtake me on the stairs

Crawling, leopard-like or

Puma to be real

Tummy tapping step, as you

Swiftly steal the lead

and always overtake me on the stairs

No looking back

Just confident progression

shoulder blades assured

and body almost flattened

Cos you always overtake me on the stairs

Glistening blackness, 

With military precision

Sinews are stretching

Wait…is that you purring?

Cos you always overtake me on the stairs

 

By Stella Haricot