Craters – Nikolett Szolnoki

I.
I pressed my cheek to the cold marble,
I could hear my heart violently trying to kiss my ribcage,
my body had been carved into a gargoyle,
distorted and twisted with age,
tinted with clay and charcoal,
tamed to spit out salt and rage.

II.
You were an artisan, your masterpiece
was on my torso: purple, blue – all rich,
and when the Eagle was ordered to cease,
I was left with a grotesque, ethereal itch,
but we learnt something with each new crease:
worship shoves both parties into a ditch.

III.
A silhouette does not reveal a cavernous system,
decay runs in the grey cinder blocks, deep inside,
I wish to shed the rot gnawing at each skin cell,
even though I was the one who had it prescribed,
I never thought I’d be the bullet in this schism,
I guess this is what happens when forces within collide.

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Aloud is a monthly poetry and spoken word open mic night, and literary magazine. We are based in Glasgow University's Queen Margaret Union, Glasgow, Scotland, UK. Here we wish to publish performance videos from our open mic nights, event updates, and the writing featured in our monthly Aloud Magazine, and some of the writing that didn't quite make the final cut.
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