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So, Cerys—

we meet again
as I take up these words,
fall into the future with arms
outstretched t’ward stars

I think of how uncertain life
fucking is—

how it’s the unexpected
that sweeps me up,
puts its hands on old scars
reads them like braille

all those secrets,
all that bile

and it’s over now.

I think back to my Mother
how her heart is a fortress
arriving unannounced for visits,
glimpses into her steel-bar world

and Dad’s lack of feeling
blunting with every death,
choking out the fucking light
until there was nothing left.

I shouldn’t feel.

I don’t know how.

But we’re here, Cerys,
we’re fucking here
plugged into each other’s heads
like life support, watching rain
slash dirty windows

thinking how a smile
is as much a bandage
as rage

all that fierce joy
seeping out strangely
beyond the page.
Written by Northern_Soul
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Author's Note
One of my most favourite albums of all time is Catatonia’s ‘International Velvet’, but ‘Strange Glue’ was right there for me today: https://youtu.be/k0mPUNbRxW4?si=04ZDTFLIMig1CGlR
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