It Was All Too Much Hidden behind a wash of red, she’s gone. Bare outlines of her body clipped in angry strokes. She lies back, collapsed. The head a contusion, a dark scratching, a rage turned numb and covered. She doesn’t want to see her face for fear the tears will wash the paint away. ** You Kept It Coming “I will not be quiet, I will not turn myself inside out to bury suffering”, she says. The body laid out on the bed as if she wants to care for it but cannot. The head exhausted, destroyed. ** Because You Kept Touching Me I’m bruised. I paint the parts you touched, over and over with black. To get this on the wall I threw the anger at it, but then the sorrow overwhelmed me, set the painting free. John White John White is a writer and BAFTA Award Winning TV & cross-media Director/Producer. He has been writing poetry for many years and was first published in Michael Horovitz’s seminal avant-garde review New Departures. He graduated in 2021 from the London Poetry School/Newcastle University UK Writing Poetry MA. Recently he has had poems in the New European newspaper and Alchemy Spoon, and he has a performance poem on New Boots and Pantisocracies at: https://newbootsandpantisocracies.wordpress.com/2020/06/21/postcards-from-malthusia-video-interlude-1-john-white/ Twitter: @johnwhiteprods
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