Leech

Joe Berwick

 

Every day we slip away
Emptied out, hollow
Drip by drip
From tiny papercuts in our hands
From the blood that draws
A cry in the antecedence
A Grecian urn
For beauty is truth – truth beauty
We're only beautiful with no footprint
When we resemble
A sunburst pallid before the end

Image from Pixabay

Image from Pixabay


Joe Berwick is currently studying English and American Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Kent. Inspired heavily by William Burroughs and James Joyce. Writes mostly prose and some poetry for the emotional value and an attempt to gain insight into the world. When not writing he enjoys procrastinating his novel, cats, memes, snooker and metal.