M.B.

United Kingdom

"To see the world, things dangerous to come, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other, and to feel. That is the purpose of life."

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

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Eighteen-year-old girl nursing a deep adoration of classical literature, world mythologies, and world history. Devoted to languages, coffee, house plants, and vikings. Hoping to make a mark on the world.

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September 14, 2019

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Televisions talk too much.

So I turn mine off instead and lean back into silence
in a blue world - blue duvet, blue walls, blue lights -
let the mattress muffle the cars outside
and the neighbours stood in the threshold
of street and home,
smoking cigarettes,
blunt beads of ember in the twilight.

Televisions talk too much
so I listen to fifty radios instead,
satellites colliding and aligning
alien planets in the pink sphere above.
Fifty bursts of sound shoot into the nebula
and I'm lying in the blue room,
waiting for them to come down.

Televisions talk too much
and the radios don't help,
so now it's this:
a paper comet trailing paper smoke across the skyline,
a storyboard of clouds and notes imposed into the thin line of the horizon,
artists marginalised,
all of their voices a feckless flurry of flying arrows,
jack-o-lanterns in denial,
squashed under Heaven and squished against Earth,
and me in my blue room,
flattened into the mattress,
head drowning between two pillows

waiting for the beep where one sound ends and the next begins,
for the skip on the heart monitor,
for the static on the television screen,
for the right song to play.

My television talks to much.
So I stuff a story in its mouth and tell it to
shut up.
Took a year away from this site to focus on academics. Then the sun started to set and turned my entire bedroom from blue to pink. And now, here we are.

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