LIFEFORCE

This is the B-side to:
To be treated like an author discovered off the prescribed student reading list 

It was not meant to be, but it quickly developed into something which had a voice and something to say, so why not let it breathe now? It seems an apt negative to the A-side.

This is... LIFEFORCE

I’m torn apart nightly. 

My love. 

Pull pieces together each and every day. 

All sound and contact and light and motion 

hurts me in a different way. 

All seems useless acts of attrition. 

And to what end… does it flatter. 

To live. 

More hours to kill and with a flourish scatter.

I’ve a life-force in a jar. 

I’ve a life-force from a star. 

At the bottom of the wept green sea. 

Shells for teeth. Coral for hair. 

Rocks in shoes to keep me underneath. 

People on the shoreline talk on behalf of me. 

But I don’t trust their laughter there. 

Sounds of tides crashing over pebble and shale on the beach. 

I’ll be dug, 

dug deep underground. 

The horror. 

Trinkets for archaeologists will be left to be found. 

And I know 

I’ll lose all I ever had. 

Is what is 

God’s plan to make me unbearably sad. 

I’ve a life-force in a jar. 

I’ve a life-force from a star. 

I’m the House of Usher. 

Foundations cracking up. 

Fuck your struggle and bluster. 

It’s ludicrous to think about 

just how insignificant but all consuming that you are. 

I’ve a life-force in a jar. 

I’ve a life-force from a star. 

I’ve a life-force in a jar. 

I’ve a life-force from a star.