The Celloist.

Andrew Nawroski

Newport, United Kingdom

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We first met
Sat and stared
Vacant as when born
Time past
All changed
You pushed me hard
In the chest
I asked why
You turned away
I grabbed your shoulder
You squeezed my hand away
I tugged your hair
You turned and kicked my shin
I trod on your foot
You looked wild
Then bit my ear
I grabbed you tight
And held you down
You bent my fingers
I ripped your sleeve

It hung from your shoulder torn
So you ripped at my shirt
Buttons flew about
I stood in a rage
Threw your best shoes out the window
You screamed
And poked me in the eye
So I bit your hard
On your bare shoulder
You slapped my face
Then scratched my cheek
Blood trickled down
And smeared your front
You scrambled away
To a drawer
Took a knife
I backed away
Into the kitchen
And grabbed a knife

We were like pirates
Fighting with swords
Grunting and panting
You stabbed my leg
I fell
Pulling you down
Onto your knife
Cutting your side
We lay on our backs
Breathless
Bleeding
With knives in hands
Turned our heads
To look each in the eye
And grinned
We pulled our bodies close
To embrace tight
As our lips met
Both knives plunged deep
Embracing
And became so close
As together we met eternal sleep.
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Poem: The Quarrel. 2008 Nawroski.
Drawing : The Celloist. Graphite on 170gsm cartridge paper.2009 Nawroski.

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