The bad little brother of the Aurorean

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[one_half last=”no” class=”” id=””]Natalie Crick[/one_half]

[one_half last=”yes” class=”” id=””]FALL 2016[/one_half]

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Somewhere. Missing. Whereabouts Unknown

Snow was falling all around
And because I kept the blood from Halloween
The day was right from the start.

Sky fell down, pink apples bled
And because I was not at school
I felt alone. My camera, my shoes.

The hill was steep with mould and leaves
And blood drips behind:
Ink blot.

My camera swings with every step
And my hands are fat and pink with blood
Still of footsteps. Delete.

The trees are thin, the grass is long.
And because I rush through the reeds
(injured reindeer, mentally ill)

I am screaming
And my keys are gone
And I am all by myself.

Dirty snow. Bad girl

 

Something Changed

That day
When something changed.

The way you looked, suddenly,
A sad man, repulsed.

Turned like a black sheep.
Psycho.

Your smell,
I flinched at it.

My Love
You make me weak.

We didn’t know what to do
What to do, what to do.

O God, I remember
Standing in the rain,

The water cold and wet,
And starting to run

It is hard waiting for you to get better
You sit lost and alone as a little boat

The last one,
Drifting out to sea.

You, a dark thing from the underworld.
Slack jaw.

That day
When something changed.

We watch you
Slowly turn around.


Bio

[highlight color=”” rounded=”no” class=”” id=””]Natalie Crick[/highlight]from Newcastle in the UK, has found delight in writing all of her life and first began writing when she was a very young girl. Her poetry is influenced by melancholic confessional Women’s poetry. Her poetry has been published in a range of journals and magazines including Cannons Mouth, Cyphers, Ariadne’s Thread, Carillon and National Poetry Anthology 2013.