Welcome to Poetic Licence – a weekly poetry forum, hosted by us, featuring words by local poets. This week? A love poem by Catrina McCrae.
On Repeat
Wishing I could shed my skin like the way
You used to shed your clothes
Draping them over bedposts like robed stilts
I forgot that your voice sounded like that,
Like summer honey
Our love heroin-sweet
Tacky
8 months sober
And I'm relapsing from the smallest hit
My head, the exorcist, spinning 'round from your possession in my veins
Vivid hallucinations, reflections
I feel like I can recall every hair on your head
The way your jaw meets your neck
The rounding of your nails
I'm tripping
Over my words, my foot in my mouth
I'll bite hard and swallow the blood, the hot metallic
Cover up the bitter taste of your ghost
A temporary fix
When will we learn?
Catrina McCrae (@CatrinaMcCrae) is a “big ball of unrelenting love and crippling anxiety and uses her shaky hands to craft words together, to fold herself into downward dogs and to give hugs to whoever needs 'em.”
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