There are shades you can only touch
Years ago I walked
Eyelessly through a black mountain
The sky shimmered like a knife
Poised to cut my breast in two
I remember the men in white
How they loomed over their instruments
And doors which opened and closed
I wondered if darkness was soft
Or if it felt like a collision
I wondered if I would wake up
Locked inside my death
With hands as formless as gravel
Unable to say my name
The last thing I remember
Is the colour of kindness
My heart floating warm and strange
Through the chilling veils of my flesh
When someone took my hand and held it
And led me like a child
Into the dark
Alison Croggon, Williamstown, 4.04 pm Thursday
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Alison Croggon
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