For the amenity of self
I’m only standing here
as long as it takes
to purge you from the centre of me
you sit back there thinking I’ve not got a heart
but I do
and I am going to take it back from you.
I’m going to hold it
warm it again
and place it back where it belongs
in my chest
proud and functioning
I care not that you are everything
more than something I ever wanted
It’s too late now
I am washing it all away;
circling through the bends
gurgling and spluttering
away into the ocean of tears
where the waves curl and lick the saltiness
under again where it belongs
I am going to stand up straighter than I ever have
there is no other way
I am going to stare at myself in that mirror
until my eyes become my own again
and I’m going to say it all
until I believe it.
This wonderful poem was written by the very talented writer and good friend
This series was shot the old fashioned way, the camera an old Pentax K1000 with ILford Black and White film and hand printed using high contrast filters.
This public toilet was utterly disgustingly dirty and had not been cleaned for who knows how long. The available light just made it look beautiful!
No post production on this, it’s a straight scan from the original hand printed print.