Isla-Grace Davies

United Kingdom

My name is Isla and I always try to do the write thing.

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

Digitality on a Technicality

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Who are we to scoff at Fools?
Deluded, snarling, breaking rules.
Snow queens, set to underwhelm,
sit frozen in this blue-lit realm.
Fingers draped in strong, gold belts,
(To cover up the zits and welts).
Countdown to those out of reach;
Sweet entrails cling to pits of peach.
They need to see it: friend or neighbour.
Photocopy, echo chamber.
Send. Refresh. We’re living here.
Eyes are vacant (or so I hear).
So share a tonin, or two, or ten,
To...

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After Riding in a Car to the Hospital for the First Time in Three Months

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Oh, to live through another, I think, 
As my stomach splits at the seams,
To look at the green with potato-peeled eyes,
To sleep outside of my dreams.

To imagine a new beginning and end,
To press self-destruct, to wilt,
To once or twice, I'll close my eyes
and be absolved of guilt.

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

Falling is Futile

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Is it a poem you wanted?
Was that what would make it concrete?
Or would you rather stay a jumble
in my criss-crossed, dark mode street?

Malleable minutes, stagnant,
Your most hated. Poison, perhaps.
Carnivorous, crawling eviction,
I'm stuck, and raking for scraps.

Hurtling t'wards prose, perfection,
You've hijacked my music and mind.
Empathy without entropy
is falling is futile
is people, no concept of kind.

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

The Waiting Game

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A strangling pressure pushed up from my stomach, enveloped my heart, and gradually forced its way out of my throat in the form of a nervous puff of air. I watched the cloudy evidence of it linger in the staleness of the orange lamp for a couple of seconds before it vanished, quickly, quietly. 
It seemed that you were a curl of breath in the air as well. I knew you were as elegant and elusive as one. I imagined...

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5 months ago

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

The Waiting Game

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A strangling pressure pushed up from my stomach, enveloped my heart, and gradually forced its way out of my throat in the form of a nervous puff of air. I watched the cloudy evidence of it linger in the staleness of the orange lamp for a couple of seconds before it vanished, quickly, quietly. 
It seemed that you were a curl of breath in the air as well. I knew you were as elegant and elusive as one. I imagined...

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5 months ago

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

Final Hour

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When I was seven, Mum and Dad took us on holiday to a beach in Spain. This made no sense to me because there was a beach at home and the only differences it had with Spain were the pigmentation of the water and the language everyone spoke. It wasn’t even that warm, which annoyed Mum to no end because she said she only booked the holiday so she could get a tan and show off to Mrs Robins down...

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5 months ago

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

The Waiting Game

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A strangling pressure pushed up from my stomach, enveloped my heart, and gradually forced its way out of my throat in the form of a nervous puff of air. I watched the cloudy evidence of it linger in the staleness of the orange lamp for a couple of seconds before it vanished, quickly, quietly. 
It seemed that you were a curl of breath in the air as well. I knew you were as elegant and elusive as one. I imagined...

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

Dressing Up

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Before,
We used to raid our mothers’ cupboards and
Steal all of their fancy clothes, play princess.
Sometimes I was a dragon, in a 
Green dress and Green pumps that she 
Loved. But her feet were much too small.
She was always much smaller than me.
Which made me think that maybe 
She was a fairy.

In the church,
I couldn’t see what she was wearing, they’d 
Nailed shut her cradle because there were too many
Bits of her to...

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

Is a Mirror Still a Mirror if it's not Reflective?

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And we’re not in love. Darling,
We’re not even in like. A hammer
Through the Perfect Reflection shatters
A heart, or two, or three. You’re archaic.
Rather a cold, cold vigil than your scraping
And snarling. Look. Through the mosaic

Shards of the Cracked Reality. Keep all hands,
Arms, feet, and legs inside the vehicle.
This glass is too sharp. Watch. I scorn
Her sorrow for you, absentee.
The accessory who grasps desperately
at an arm, a hand, a heart....

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Isla-Grace Davies (United Kingdom) published:

Reflection: Skewed

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And we’re not in love. Darling,
We’re not even in like. A hammer
Through the Perfect Reflection shatters
A heart, or two, or three. Give me an
Echoing vigil over your scraping and snarling
Any day. Look. Through the jagged

Shards of the Cracked Reality. Keep all hands,
Arms, feet, and legs inside the vehicle.
This glass is too sharp. Watch. I scorn
The woman who dotes upon you.
The accessory who grasps desperately
at an arm, a hand, a...

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