The Breaking (Stu Hatton)

Posted on March 24, 2011 by in Heightened Talk


the shatter & melt:


glass filled with ice

slipped from my hand.


i mean, i was

just flaking in a booth, dimlit bar,

3 friends,

drugs between us making mistakes



didn’t want to know

your whereabouts

how you were captured

what painkillers stomached

what beds caught you

when you fell.


i fell till 10am,

blurred in cabs, throwing money;

crashed some dirty-hive recovery


glued to girl,

dosed up & vodkas,

flapping mothlike at the lights,




dumb, played



& in her eyes,

death that pretty young thing,

saw a way in.