comfort clothes

Contains strong language

don’t get too settled in those old comfort clothes,
cold nostalgia will pierce you right through to the bone.
lose control to venom eased through fresh emerald veins,
a sweet intoxication, dear hindsight, you’re a futile defence.
eternal strings heart to heart, but now the mind has outgrown,
tell me: where does your body go when I leave you alone?

my sins are bound to be more original than most,
play the harlot, act the fool, sharp tongue trained to provoke.
still mocked by the monster, under earth but so lightly awoken,
moss eyes saturate, weathered vision on the dark path untaken.
fuck your divine judgement, go ahead and reproach,
i’ll drink His wine, drown the monster, rid what’s left of your ghost.

take note, or be smothered by your old comfort clothes,
an accustomed coffin feigns a temporary home.
snow-covered lover wrapped up in daydreams adored,
but you know those old clothes just don’t fit anymore.
so watch the rags burn from your knees and atone,
or, blackened heart and lungs, you’ll be doomed to love alone.

Ella Johnson is a final year English student with a passion for politics, pop culture and the digital world. She acts as Lifestyle Chief Editor and 21/22 President. You can find her on Instagram here

Feature image taken by @ellajohnson8

Editor-in-Chief at Leicester Student Magazine | Website | + posts

22 | Leicester/Coventry

Ella Johnson

22 | Leicester/Coventry

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