It was sobering finding out
getting to know that things were better
before the night of the red moon
when you became nothing but a line on my palm
when you dug an indent into each hand
endlessly plagarised words drank
from each other’s glasses
battering the man
resting in a sepulchre of dust
on our settee bleeding hangnails &
peeled back skin from labouring hands
that got tangled between my hairs
things were better before that night, when
I found out you had been taken
by the currents long before I was around
columbarium at sea, where
those years cannot
simply be dug out
let them pass through your teeth
as words from my cup,
babe of devitalised beauty
as the stars eaten away
by the landing lights of aeroplanes;
we are in the same dark
shoulder to shoulder
By Sadia Pineda
About Sadia:
Sadia Pineda Hameed is an artist based in Cardiff, whose literary interests include deconstructionism and post-modern poetry. Her other preoccupations include making short films and oil painting. She currently co-edits Lumin Journal, and has previously been published in Creu, Porridge Magazine and Tŷ Celf.
https://luminjournal.wordpress.com/
Artwork by Caroline Hadilaksono.
