Contents - This Great Society - Issue 5, Mythology - December 2009/January 2010
Creative Writing
Illustration by Shari-Anne Gibson
Jillian Towery
Illustration by Shari-Anne Gibson

The night before you saw me die
we'd taken down the Christmas lights.
You wrapped them around cardboard sheets;
for weeks the neighbours had complained.

We'd taken down the Christmas lights,
but without words (you were still mad).
For weeks, the neighbours had complained
and then the rumours all came true

(but without words). You were still mad
that evening as we went to sleep.
And then the rumours all came true:
we're the reason our children left.

That evening as we went to sleep,
thrashing below our sheets alone,
—we're the reason our children left—
I dreamt of snowfall, my lover's hands,

thrashing alone, below our sheets.
You sighed into the darkness while
I dreamt of snowfall and my lover's hands
the night before you saw me die.


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