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Nicole Eisenman, Death and the Maiden, 2009, oil on canvas. 

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15 October 2023

'Shades of Light'

GEORGIA ALARD CHRISTOFOROU 

I’m sorry that I held myself back, you never saw my light.

It took you four reruns of Die Hard to tire yourself, but me,

You could’ve stayed longer instead of walking into the night.

 

I made you sick with my autumnal sulk, sobbing into Cyprus sand.

Your anger consumed Summer, begging me to glow.

I’m sorry that I held myself back, you never saw my light.

 

London emptied of all young hopefuls, the flow aroused you to join.

I couldn't, didn't you see? I was stuck on Claredale Street but

You could’ve stayed longer instead of walking into the night.

 

Why was it so horrid that I shattered under your eye? Your disdain.

You beat your fists brutally with anger. Crack my chest cavity hollow.

I’m sorry that I held myself back, you never saw my light.

 

There I was clawing at the oakwood and smearing wasted love into the carpet.

No, you can’t leave in peace, instead there's a blunt fracture as I begged. 

You could’ve stayed longer instead of walking into the night.

 

Some things are best left untouched, I haven't left where

You dumped my body. Mangled and broken and confused.

I’m sorry that I held myself back, you never saw my light,

You could’ve stayed longer instead of walking into the night.

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