Poetry by M.T. Coombe

                ​ricky shore CC


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WRECKAGE

You smell like addiction and heartbreak
Loss as your friend and constant companion
Knowledge will never bring peace

Dying with grass stains on your summer clothes
Children build spirit cages out of twigs
There is so much left unsaid

Heavy linen, dark woods and thick shadows
These are the waiting areas
The Lychgate is the border

In the collapse of daylight
You seek the horizon 
Learn to hold your breath in the drowning 

That discomfort you are feeling is grief
But seeds are used to the darkness 
Life is growing in the wreckage of my heart

Fall in love with this warmth for me
Strip me apart in layers
Until the emptiness passes

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CLEAN

I want to be clean again
Bones carved from cherry wood
Blushing as he looks right through me

I am angry at feeling so much love
I wish you wouldn’t find me in my darker places
Maybe this time I will get it right

There is something wild and untamed inside
Uncontaminated by knowledge
Burning with purity and rage

They call him numb and dreamy
An endless battle of contrasting memories
The beginning of all possibilities

Sad things make me feel warm
Little prince of a forest kingdom
He flickers when you turn your head

I want to be clean again
Pale white skin stretched over innocence
A house becoming a home

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M.T. Coombe is a queer multidisciplinary artist living in the UK. He is fascinated by the idea of modern fairy-tales. His writings are based on youth / obsession / loss / addiction / dreams / mental health / folklore and apocalyptic landscapes. He has been published in XRAY Lit, Misery Tourism, Expat Press, Bear Creek Gazette, SCAB Magazine and more. He is currently writing his debut novel. Find him at; www.trashprincemusic.com/writing and https://twitter.com/trashprincemuse

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