Upon Waking

by Miriam Stegmann

The gravity of an ending

In the fleeing dark

Anthracite clouds of breath

Hanging low

Over the curve of your heavy skull

Your globe, world of worlds

Allegory of bones, blood, brain

Your thoughts

A black box

Weighing me down.

In foreboding shadows you rest

Below my collar bone

Pressing onto my chest

Silently, slowly, irrevocably

You love me

With the immense gravity

Of the freshly blended grey

Softly creeping into the corners

It preludes a breaking heart

As much as a breaking day.

The Poor Print

Established in 2013, The Poor Print is the student-run newspaper of Oriel College, Oxford, written by members of the JCR, MCR, SCR and staff. New issues are published fortnightly during term. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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