Bloody Rust on the Boards - Poem

This stage isn’t for you, it’s for everyone \\

These lines are sinew, concrete & old steel.

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See I met my mark, left bloody rust on the boards, spat my lines.

An ode to collaboration.

Because each passage I speak is sifted through history before landing on my dog eared pages.

I’ve memorised each first word of mine, and each one of your last.

I speak after.

Our reckoning is not reviews in print and raucous applause.

It is reflections in cold mirrors || sro rr i m  d     l        o            c

Despair and self loathing.

We are students and scholars in the dark, but only humble actors on stage.

Demanding our accolades.

Pleading for lead roles.

In the spot light of the scene, we play, recite and speak no truth.

// This stage isn’t for you, it’s for noone